—IT’S A THIN LINE

 

 

Sustenance

 

They feed us 

yellow 

a softer shade 

of poison 

untraceable 

yet delicious 

like an unremembered 

dream

Someone plays 

Moonlight Sonata 

someone else 

a snuff film 

It’s a fix 

as chaos and 

contagion commingle 

Elsewhere there are 

deer in the glade 

drunk on crab apples 

and ignorance

staggering through 

nature and time zones 

chewing leaves 

with their sideways jaws

unaware of the hunter’s

bones littered 

beneath their hooves