The Rose Moon rises brightly,
under it
wolves howl,
hyenas laugh,
jackals are content
shredding whatever
meat is easy to steal.
Under that full moon
the cancer ripping apart morality
is stronger than the current disease
tearing into society.
“We like it, it’s our right to see you dead. Organ meat is ours to eat.”
© M Durfee
5/8/2020

