Day 30 of NaPoWriMo2018/GloPoWriMo and I am crossing the finishing line of the April Poem A Day Marathon. I may have dodgy knees, metal in my ankle and aching hips, but by golly I can poetry-thlete! I did all the suggested prompts this year, which I didn’t do in NaPoWriMo2017. This was my personal challenge. Not being a game kind of gal and one who views rules as guidance only, this was the way I could get out of my comfort zone.
Today’s prompt is supposed to be fact based. Here is the final prompt of NaPoWriMo2018. “And for our final (optional) prompt, I’d like you to take your cue from Borges, and write a poem that engages with a strange and fascinating fact. It could be an odd piece of history, an unusual bit of art trivia, or something just plain weird. While I cannot vouch for the actual accuracy of any of the facts presented at the links above (or any other facts you might use as inspiration!), I can tell you that there are definitely some poetic ideas here, just waiting for someone to use them.”
I didn’t opt for history or art trivia (kind of did that with Folded Cross). It isn’tnplain weird to use a science based fact as my inspiration for today’s poem. Except, for people who know me outside ofbthenrealm of cyber space, that is plain weird! If you have notbheard of this, Wikipoedia will enlighten. I first heard about it surrounding Cristina Eisenburg’s wolf studies. (The people you encounter through Sagewoman magazine!)
No one wants to love the wolf.
Nor do they want to be the deer,
the sacrificial victim that
maintains the entire ecosphere.
You need very few alphas,
But an awful lot of bottom feeders.
It’s really a case of trickle up,
the massed power of all those omegas.
So it goes:
Wolf downs deer.
Less deer, more trees.
More trees, less erosion.
Less erosion, more beaver.
More beaver, less flood.
Less flood, more everything happy
for everyone downstream, the solid
ballast supporting the pyramid of eco hierarchy.
I love the wolf’s topaz eye, how
alone thinks of the welfare of the pack.
I love the deer, who could and would say good-bye
all for the love of those further downstream.
I love the pact that those two make
knowing what they must know.
Which one is prey? Which is on the make?
Yet we rely upon the who and what they are,
the violence of their loving,
the rough and tough meeting smooth.
One has a topaz eye on fire.
The other a velvet soft, melting soothe.
That is the imperative design in nature.
The fountain overflows, gives no oxygen to any lie.
It loves what it loves. So
some may live and eat, so others must die.
Copyright 2018 Bee Smith