Payback

In this age, to lose
is to win.

Butterflies in moonbeam
scheme revenge on
nets, beating crimson
wings to tear away;
caribou contracts hitman
to discharge
hapless hunter;
a last white leopard
screams fury over fifth
avenue fur.

The chaos of
reversal comes like a
daisy in the snow

and I

I plant bombs in penny
rolls, laughing to the
bank.