—IT’S THE RIGHT NIGHT, BUT THE WRONG COMPANY
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 enemy
bones littered
beneath their hooves
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