murderer. heathen. savage. derelict. .. thankfully, lil mousey had a funeral, even if it was less than proper. i saw it, with blood-soaked fur, surrounding the fatal entry wounds. here is a poem in his/her memory:
the food chain persists/ claiming the meek, effete, and vulnerable/ all swallowed by captors/teeth having clenched ferociously/tainting shells of existences past/replaced with haggard corpses /blind deaf and muted/no longer just languid/ the ceasation of possibility rolls forth / convalescing begins / in lands unknown or seen/ the chain has been broken /and the wilted are now ravagers / our top will be decimated/ be weary of what squeaks below
ps must become a real vegetarian soon. yesterday i had a meatball sandwich though. and chicken isn't real meat is it? but i've smelled a poultry farm. actually worse than the paper mill.
murderer. heathen. savage. derelict. .. thankfully, lil mousey had a funeral, even if it was less than proper. i saw it, with blood-soaked fur, surrounding the fatal entry wounds. here is a poem in his/her memory:
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claiming the meek, effete, and vulnerable/ all swallowed by captors/teeth having clenched ferociously/tainting shells of existences past/replaced with haggard corpses /blind deaf and muted/no longer just languid/ the ceasation of possibility rolls forth / convalescing begins / in lands unknown or seen/ the chain has been broken /and the wilted are now ravagers / our top will be decimated/ be weary of what squeaks below
I am very weary (and wary) of what squeaks below. Excellent poem!
ReplyDeleteps must become a real vegetarian soon. yesterday i had a meatball sandwich though. and chicken isn't real meat is it? but i've smelled a poultry farm. actually worse than the paper mill.
ReplyDeletemy cats are useless. i try to make them kill all sorts of vermin and they just stare like idiots.
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