There is a rhyme scheme here in this sonnet, but it isn’t a pattern & the counterpoint is a line early.
There is a tacit subtext between the words which rhyme, developing the function of the poem at a subtler level. These have been orchestrated, but they may have (& so i encourage) relations you interpret personally. For example, man, open & done; no doubt these words have alternate significance to all who read them next to each other & then again in the context of the poem— like manufacture & nature, again outside & within the context of the poem. You get the jist.
The curated aside of modern man
: invisible | even with eyes & gates wide open
by the prop of Internet & liberal media jizzing out
the Wi-Fi®. The target is to manufacture
mimicries— to imitate inviolable mechanisms from nature.
The old fella who helps us run the B&B brought
a wren with a broken wing to me— one hand clap!
He pleaded sad: “don’t let it die” | as if i were a vet.
i put it in a tall box (so it couldn’t escape) with water & oats.
When he went out i put it in a nearby hedge beneath a tree
—where nature is involved there’s constant threat.
He’s counting on me | i can’t snuff his hope
—so i’ll lie to him | i’ll tell him it must have miraculously
flew off. We shouldn’t interfere
—just look around & see what that’s done.