Dominance and Dominion

Bison skulls pile to be used for fertilizer , 1870

And so the carnival rang and marched forever into the distance.
A chorus of buckshot, flies buzzing over rotten flesh.
A mountain of skulls ghostly voids proudly marking the trail of their crossing.
Fed fat on blood and excess they sing, sing,
singing into the stoked crimson plain that they will never die.

About Tietsu

Someday the words that fill my brain will fill cheap paperback books. Until then, I will collect them here.
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