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...
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2014
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