the limitless cruelty
of apex-predatory impulses
give sanction
as cold
dead eyes
scan for scraps
among the vanquished

only the weak
remain unscathed
sheltered by shame
cowardice
and glaring irrelevance

this kind of intelligence
survives again
scurrying among the shadows
like triassic rodents

and now the brutal cycle returns
to gorge upon the gentle
that gather and grow
in the cool peat moss
of existence

contrite but insistent
that their power is real

Peace/Love

m(~_~)m