The Ecology Student


Always eats alone
And keeps her own company

Her head in a book
Even in the dining hall

Their whispered nickname
“The Academia Nut”

Oh yes, she’s heard it
But you don’t let on of course

Dignified silence
A study in deepest blue

Mindless cruelty
She fingers her hidden scars

Stained with history
Like the poor planet itself

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 18, 2020, in Poetry, Republished and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Thought provoking. Thank you 💛

    Liked by 1 person

  2. This works on several levels as all good poems must.


  3. Bravo Ben. A sensitive portrait.

    Liked by 1 person

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