i bend fabric
move it out a semi-realistic space.
the sun never sets
leaving the seasons to a a prolonged season
a stretch of warmth and sun glasses
i ignore darkened eyes
keep the hunters vision fresh.
birds chirp
but below
animals roam fight kill
unable to see the sky above
unable to envision a different way of life
unable to get out of their own way
until
the beats of the drum
are heard and deciphered.
sometimes
the song isn't decoded
before bullets knife fists
encounter the last breath.
