Betrayal lingers like stench in stockyard.
As lack of trust makes life insufferable,
Flesh and blood come to be gravely scarred
And dark heart makes the soul vulnerable.
© Ilija Lukić 2020
On a morning outing with Melanie and Cooper, we chance upon a splendiferous mushroom highlighted by warm daybreak light. White warts, but also battle scars from nibbles and pecks define its red countenance. While taking a closer look I overhear its whispered cries of “Et tu, Brute,” the famed line from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar, in gentle rebuke of its two and four-legged brethren who betrayed its peaceful existence with selfish albeit small acts of violence.
In minds eye, then pen to paper, I find parallels in the human condition.
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| Et Tu, Brute (Amanita mushroom) |
