Fritillary monarch, hawkmoth,
When all you can do is think…
The children have eaten everything,
And it’s a sparking new day
Sunlit fields and meadows,
Fritillary monarch hawkmoth,
Pages and wings all turn the same,
Is this a slaughter-filled bloodbath,
Or someplace to rest and meditate
When all you can do is drink,
Head bobbing in the wind
And such rare birds flitting
Behind those dark, dark eyes
When the children have eaten everything,
Looking for the next mastodon
As some laugh, others collect sticks and stones,
Rotations of quotations teguments of arguments,
And now it’s a sparking new day
Once more it sings and laughs
There is no darkness, just not enough light -
The children have eaten everything
And when all you can do is…think,
Fritillary monarch, hawkmoth.
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- Avalanche
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