for airplanes that lose their
precious bombs like someone’s been
careless in spitting one rotten
tooth after bloody rotten tooth
all over the greenest of
forest grounds like saliva covered
seeds with no more thought
to the consequences below the
radar than to the awakening
hunger pangs of yet another
dying day for the poor
disfigured animals who used to
be gently drinking children or
for the murder of ancient
and wise guardian trees in
the night for starved dogs
who forever endure their tortures
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Love how the running together of the words leads to more than one meaning.
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