Susan Scutti
instead they sit in snug rooms
contemplating the flavors of impending meals
the pleasures of smoke and the age of
the red wine that flows in no way like
blood
and once sated they make love
co-existing without rancor
and why are most never schooled
to understand this is exactly
what life can be
enjoyed so as to avoid
unnecessary pain
the child alone
with stick and stone
Love the title and the poem….a thought the ancient Chinese understood.
Wonderful!