wAXings

Weird Wanderings

Three burning pidgeons,
cartwheel through the stars in space,
drowning in bone fumes.

Sick apes on patrol.
Olfactory sinuses;
they'll sneeze-kill us all.

Baby in a jar,
he's still oh so innocent.
Death comes swiftly

Steel ring round one tusk.
The muscular elephant's
eyes burst crimson fire.

Underneath us,
the Lepidoptera stir
through armageddon.