Like $hell$? - an art work by T Newfields

Like $hell$?

under water among sea laver
fiddler crabs & trumpet shells
feasting on diatoms
plankton & kelp
this body expanded
& became encased
with interiors of delicate peach
& lips like watercolors
by Georgia O'Keeffe

One day a fisherman bagged me
then slit me with a knife
after which
my casing was packaged
shipped & $old
as a trinket
for people
bored to death
by their hollow, shell-like live$

sea shells $ell

why worry if
profit for $ome
$uffering compel$?

must compassion whisper
WHEN MONEY YELLS?



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Sound File Hear the author read this poem. Sound File
[308 K /.ogg file]
Copyright (c) 1994, 2012 by T Newfields. All rights reserved.
www.tnewfields.info/BlueEarth/shells.htm
Andrei: Isn't it naive to expect 'compassion' in zhe business world?
Soo: In the shotto term yes, butto maybe not in the rong term. Distinction between 'self' and 'other' break down when we take a rong-term view. Time is a great homo . . . homogu . . . homogenizer!
Ellesha: I wish more people understood how there is no separate self. The threads of all lives are interwoven.
Jules: . . . euh . . . Who does the weaving?