This is for today’s Days of Unreason prompt.
I’m hoping to be astonished tomorrow
by I don’t know what“
One day, perhaps, I will see these heavy, red-faced men,
their bellies eased into the comfort of big safe cars,
the men with hard eyes and hands
that fit around the dull weight of a gun,
touch the wounded feathers, the blood-flecked fur,
listen to the cries of orphans
and recognise the beauty they have crushed.