here we are lads, here we go
see the gods dance and curtsey so?
mingling teacups pinkies thrown
from these fabled gables we once were laid low
among the rabble we were reborn
so gabble faeries and pirouette
our rifles are all aimed at your heads
Kraken's flowering,
feathering her arms fan out and spread behind
looming slick grey in oily damp dire display
barbs tear and sunder snap and shred
whipping as if in a cyclonic event
all around until the shore is rent
pouring in all elements
to end this human pestilence
walk down the track and might lose your leg
get some new goat guts be sure to save the head
this malpais is full of unexplodeds and mines
injected like plastic toys for the curious child
you were a cluster bomb well-designed
and you're still all over these wilds
they said you couldn't herd felines
I took that and I looked
it turns out herding's not a thing
for cats or snakes or books
so now they follow me around
there's one behind that bush
as dog and I stroll through town
escorted by their hush
Sunday, April 3, 2022
Pegs and Nodules
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