Glenn Jordan

Animals, Flowers, and Men

Glenn Jordan

Am I part of a pack of animals? Or am I part of a bunch of flowers? The problem with animals—cannibals, rather—is they are desirous for powers.

Flowers only care about their beauty. They wilt and die from the smallest discourse. Beauty is not a thing I give fealty. From that notion I do indeed divorce.

So, to which gang do I choose to belong? To tulips and roses? To wolves and sheep? I choose a different path, a different song. I’d choose a tribe of humans in my sleep.

Humans create and destroy, this I know, But abandon man for nature? Hell no.