Telons

Death from the sky
How many killing machines
Live in the atmosphere we breathe
What insulates me
What balance and harmonies
Allow for our coexistence
I am horrified by the truth of it

The world and I are at odds
Violence juxtaposed with compassion
There is a whirl wind of disparity
I see the pragmatic
I know the apathy
I know when things are matter of fact
It's just that I am coming to the end

I am so out of synch with it all
As I evolve I really can't thrive
I feel the talons slashing my chest
The blood saturating my clothes
I know the wings and the beak
And I know the horror of it
And I want to fall into the oblivion of it