The prey pray for a

safe space as hunger drives the 

pride ever forward  

While you scourge yourself

for the littlest fault they 

make evil an art  

The old men sit by

the river with fishing poles 

and Hemingway dreams 

While farmers' daughters 

cavort the cows run wild since 

the barn door is agape 

The sunflowers are 

blooming and their heads hang down

in judgement of all 

Smoke from a million 

acres chokes the people who

still deny the cause 

Civility cracked 

like concrete opening to

a yawning cavern