It is said that every time there is a population explosion among lemmings, that the little creatures band together and march to the sea. Once there, they leap from the tallest cliff and commit mass suicide, swimming round and round until they exhaust themselves and drown. I have even seen documentaries that show these depressed little things on their way to the beach to die. As it turns out, this is nothing but a myth. How do I know? Snopes.com tells me so. Ahhhhh. Yet another truly interesting myth dies. Perhaps all of the myths are walking single file to the edge of the cliff as I type this. See them fall into the surf and disappear under the foam. Nevertheless, I have always thought that we, like lemmings follow our leaders mindlessly, without asking where we are going. So for today, a poem about lemmings.
As Lemmings to the Sea
Trying hard to be polite and thoughtful,
So others won’t be uncomfortable.
We carefully hide the best of ourselves
As we march like lemmings to the sea.
We whitewash our hard earned sparkling talents,
Lest we thoughtlessly outshine others.
We conceal our uniqueness within, as
We march like lemmings to the sea.
We go singly, or in pairs, and in groups,
Alone, in commitment, in parties.
We silence ourselves while those louder speak.
Marching lemmings, to the sea.
We are confused about what is best for all,
We believe their countless, blatant lies.
While the rabid rant on, propelling us
Like lemmings to the sea.
Closer, we see the fate of those ahead,
Falling, flailing, landing helplessly
In the seething waves below. Are we but
c.2013, Fai Marie Dawson
An interesting film on Lemmings can be found on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VWuiGWkd7mM