TO WHERE THE WILDEBEASTS GRAZE

-An Abecedarian

Able-bodied and
blushing amid
concentrated masses of
desiccated corpses
emulating the
flocks of
golden eagles that wend and whinny through
haunted houses,
impotent rage silently
jousts against the
kinesthetic sphere.

Lock-step and
mesmerized,
no
one seems to notice the
pressure rising
quickly against our
raw-ridden
sides. Our
transition from
ubiquity to
violently reviled has been
welcomed by the
xenophobic sitters.
Yet, we have faltered, shrunk, and our
Zittau has become our zero.

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