Plump-leafy Storm

— though the lilacs had honey, and the skies still full of puffy cloud, i picked up the face of knowledge to peer a bit into the future of man

i saw a dead cow eating a dead cow

the hide was stripped away from its sinews

the muscles were plates of tough red scale

chocolate covered maggots were for sale at the market

someone called out, and then two others said quiet

i clawed a pound of wax from my ears

the zombie bovine mooed flies and black breath

the pigs began their riot

i went to hide in the barn of mexican music and laughter

i threw the mask to the ground, it was too much to believe in the days of quiet before the plump-leafy storm erupted and split the earth dry