the sunshine feels oily
across
the surface retention
of the razorblade soul

the venom laden fangs
of the serpent
sink deeply
into the vestiges
of random insight

the scentless stench
of brash indifference
flickers like gems
scattered
across the smallpox blankets
carelessly given as gifts
from nature herself
to the bipedal infection
slowly killing the world

the wildlife
feels
the impending storm brewing
with furtive glances
towards the skies