a7

it was a coyotes midnight swan song
it sounded so goddamn lonely
sending sounds in hopes of reciprocation
at the expense of humanities condemnation
a lasting vocal desperate hope
loud and brazen
the dark suburb lights up like a christmas tree
responding to an animal that proclaims
"you don't own me!"
fantasies broken that if you drive far enough
you can ignore nature
foolish fantasies that with enough money you can bypass
biological nomenclature