the behemoth dried tongue
split the cord wood down the weakest fault line
medicated, there was a shadow of a sudden shock-troop-trauma
whathat played out like slo mo camp counselor teaching woodcraft
as the open mouthed leviathan continued consuming
all of the wooden soldiers stood bleating cries of sudden demise
foul breathed screaming demon tore
through splintery crap
like the motherfucker he is/was
and then silence within the ranks
espirit de corpse was shattered rudely
the fateful playing of the cockadoodle doo brought a state of morning
emptied lot where something once stood brought into
compliance
beating of leathery faced winged terror flapflapflapping through broken heads arms legs torn-so
onward to a golden morn
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