Tortoise [After D H Lawrence’s ‘Tortoise Shout’]

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Primordial creature
unhurried through the aeons,
contained in your carapace,
who sups and tups
and inspires great poets;
whose ways are watched
and observed;
who is.

Common or garden no longer;
cruelty rendered you
rare.

Who will show us now
longevity;
the timeless wisdom 
of being;
contentment
with little?

Our speeding world
deserves you not,
sees you none.
Our race of becoming,
unceasing,
miscontent.
We sup and tup
and concrete our world
and lose our joy.

We seek long
for what is lost;
we are torn asunder;
calling across the deeps.
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