Insignificance

A thief.
Small he was, a mouse is all 
cowering down in the long hall, 
eating knowledge, gnawing words 
of men and gods and birds. 

Small he was, but growing now, 
a fox some how, hunted in the field
and ditch by dog and bitch. 
Stealing from……..
the barns of men, geese and hens 
until then 
a boy.

Small 
And naked in the early snow, 
born low, but rising now 
to the glow of a morning star 
that hangs on… 
hills afar. A dream of earth 
a virgin birth
Small.

© Dave Kavanagh 2016

We live in a world where even the most extraordinary events are reduced to insignificance by our multimedia society

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