Randomly Aligning the Zoo.
By Kevin Matchstick
The lions are in the their steely cages.
So are the elephants, the polar bears,
giraffes, and us.
We are behind bars, too.
We can't see much, just the scraps that the rats
dart out to get.
Just the scraps that the rats
forget.
But, see, we can't see. But we can hear.
The explosions, they are near
ing.
The bombs, they are bloated with exploded.
Oh, shit! Here they come.
Into Grifter's mouth.
The zoo is now ruins, the encasements now destroyed.
But we are as well.
Our pieces mix with other pieces.
Some with Reese's Pieces (lucky).
We are all now one.
We are all now none.
We are.
All.