One day, perhaps

This is for today’s Days of Unreason prompt.

I’m hoping to be astonished tomorrow

by I don’t know what“

—Jim Harrison

 

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.