New World

The lump in the concrete...only just Hollowing its cave-like mouth, in deep-hanging crevices Grass on, and under it, scattered dandelions, whose severed heads are a song to their scaffold-stems lying like sacrificed soldiers on the battlefield. Moving on to the sight of the second and third squadron of white-haired, giraffe-necked brothers-in-arms that stand at the lions' gate in an inter-galactic war. This field is open to more than one ending. The hunter - out and about. A sheepish walk, more of a sneak, In a world soon populated by uncaring beings that could get their hunter down in one shot: betrayal of the underprivileged, caged in domesticated looks, trapped to no escape. Those loyal to death, and, admittedly, to each other, will continue to sing -As black-feathered as they are- And while this (living) flow has the mind of a thousand breaths and the soul of a gasp, once the world has come to its middle ground, still green, still young, it will die into a new one! https://www.freepik.com/free-photos-vectors/background Background photo created by wirestock - www.freepik.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.