it was a chorus of rampantly firing firearms filling fields of fraught fear with pretentious failures flopping limply to flatten the flaring pheremonal flanks

shooting straight up into the air with hats festooned with targets as wildcats chase prey across the serengeti of estranged childhood fantasies bedazzling and aloof

the fish doesn’t know it has been caught as the hook pierces lip, yet the raven knows the broken wing of flight interrupted by panes of glass erected in false freedoms

channel the waters into rivers of man-made excursions filled with unnatural predators that soon take over and destroy precious ecosystems with incessant hunger

fire the flares to signify fallen brothers in arms lost to the tidings of unholy wars covering the excesses of the rich feeding upon poor illiterate soldiers

the cyclical nature of depression impresses itself across the concrete jungles of formerly lush forests flush with displaced animals and homeless veterans