Market Forces

There's a force plants bulbs for profit 
then severs their stems in spring
there's a green fuse drives daffodils
to genius
while bulbs divide     beneath
such forces in our genes 
though life's beset 
beset by forces unforeseen
like cancer
unfairness is a market force   
it's not the caprice of callous gods    
have not the gods long left us?
then where's the meaning   cause and effect
where's the profit in untimely death?

we go on as we've always gone
hear news
who's up    who's down

accepting it was not us
may these cut flowers
these daffodils 
bring cheer
life comes full circle 
with bold display
cut flowers on a grave.


                  Dick Russell © 2024
  Richard M Russell