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As I walked out this morning Dead birds were falling from the sky and butterflies were spontaneously combusting.
There were reports that dolphins were following whales and are beaching themselves in the thousands.
Crazed dogs pass me searching for the moon to howl at.
I notice an old man sitting on a park bench pressing his old service revolver against the side of his head.
In another part of town, a mother and her two children are counting out sleeping pills at the breakfast table.
A madman in an insane asylum in a moment of clarity, sees his future and jumps off his chair, swinging in the breeze as he chokes to death.
Angels are cutting their own throats, as Gods shake their heads and cogitate over the presumptions of man.
There were reports that dolphins were following whales and are beaching themselves in the thousands.
Crazed dogs pass me searching for the moon to howl at.
I notice an old man sitting on a park bench pressing his old service revolver against the side of his head.
In another part of town, a mother and her two children are counting out sleeping pills at the breakfast table.
A madman in an insane asylum in a moment of clarity, sees his future and jumps off his chair, swinging in the breeze as he chokes to death.
Angels are cutting their own throats, as Gods shake their heads and cogitate over the presumptions of man.
Article and image by: Francis Charlton
December 2020
December 2020