Bucolica (20th century)

Nature sculpts form: attractors in a maelstrom --DNA the norm.

Clouds, shorn volcano mountain . . .Art without boundaries.

Feathers to flocks;

wingswept markings,

mud-dashed omens mourning.

Human arteries flow beneath,

concrete moving --

a petrol & oxygen feast.

Mid-table a locked chest, empty. Salt is a medium best used cooking. At this table appearances are deceiving.

The young ones stagger,

suck for breath, bruising pinfeather to breast -- tails fatally spiced in automobile fallout.

Cat-back pumping, quivering before a leap.

Killed . . . without a peep.