The Birds Flying Low - A Secure Madness

The capitalist concepts
A matter for industrious species
To vary their storylines.
Aggressive elites grabbing
And maintaining their higher standards of thinking -
For the sake of an Earth-obsessed embodiment
Which misses the mark…

That prudent command,
Those statures of horror -

A violent storm or heatwave…

The science does not purport
To know or manage the alienation
Of requisite desires.
The delineation for just means
And structured morals -
A fluid and rich disdain
For human styles of etiquette.
The distant crunch
Of a perpetual, glowing tide…

As the ducks motion into nested rolls
Upon the shooting gallery rows,
Toy rifles begin to be lifted,
As shooters trigger tens of blithe
And potent exchanges -
The thrill-seekers aptly
And magnificently
Wiping away their targets,
In whole or in part,
With an age-old, bluesy, beautiful aim.
In holy and cognizant awareness…