Our limbs are lame.
I cannot do nothing to save the green cactus from being hanged
with greenish lights,
the white neon in a freezing night
Or the lamb from being killed
Easy like squeezing a fruit fly
blood spraying on the butcher's face
He could recognize their faces while licking their blood
His daughter loved giving them names,
One is called Lucy and one Lily.
Have you ever put snails in a microwave
watch it bubbling from heat
A blasting living thing!
as people drawn and drown in the sea
floating bloating
washed on shore hair stiff with salt
What an amazing dawn
Holy like a new millennium
primates discovered you at the Cape
Jumping around
Fuddled for the outlandish smell
Mistaken thee for quaint seafood
