Variation On: “Kinder Than Man” by Althea Davis

I wrote this because 1) I am angry and scared 2) the original poem has made me cry twice. I am an aspiring writer/poet and would love to hear your thoughts in the comments! Love, Cypress.

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And, God,
Please let the children 
Under the rubble
Get some kind of heaven;
Something with tall, soft grass
And a sweet reunion with their mothers. 
Let the genderqueer youth on the bathroom floor
Go someplace
With a thousand suns,
That taste like sugar
And undying love.
May the girls who were forced to become mothers 
But couldn't
Have forever a dry, warm bed 
With their favorite stuffed animal. 

If I am killed
For simply living,
Let death be kinder
Than man.

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(Original Poem:)
And God
please let the deer
on the highway
get some kind of heaven.
Something with tall soft grass
and sweet reunion.
Let the moths in porch lights
go someplace
with a thousand suns,
that taste like sugar
and get swallowed whole.
May the mice
in oil and glue
have forever dry, warm fur
and full bellies.

If I am killed
for simply living,
let death be kinder
than man.