Atomic Bull
tar crawling painful slow
tired cornered animal
teeth rough stones
I’ll stand and punch
if it means Valhalla
sluggish until I connect
uppercut then the barrage
I was bit by a three-headed dog
her names are Terror
Greed and Rampage
different vampires
I unwrapped what would
allegedly be a white flag
it was actually a symbol
stained unrecognizable
I wouldn’t have waved it
either way
cattle prod pushes us
the usual
our meat grinder
baffled by this carnage
I’ll always cherish my chance
I can’t comprehend
how harmony is such
an unfathomable concept
the jar and the incorporeal butterfly