Barometer Deer

A snow white deer was downed by a hunter. A once in a lifetime trophy, he boasted. Some folks were crimson pissed because a snow-white deer is very rare, a sign of good things to come. The purist of beings to reappear.... an antlered angel... wearing a message a reminder that God is still present, still looking after- picking up after us. From the edge of our acid cloud, sludge streams burning forest of Dali dreams. Waiting for the perfect time. The perfect time to float above the clearing. To cleanse to whisper "there's still miracles-miracles abound there's still time to turn negativities into lacy dreams. Knead bullets into butterflies and mustard seeds. Spin the planet back from black to aquamarine". To the hunter it was just a leaping piece of meat to be silenced-d- skinned- devoured displayed... owned. Now some people want to bow the hunter down you know, nail his polyester neck to the forest wall for stuffing his miracle. Perhaps the white deer was a test. God's barometer, to see where our souls are really at...