Bloodbath

Metamorphosed into a blithe snail I take a solemn look at the world The evergreen grassy field stretches before me And the unending rivers flow past the time. High up there I find clouds In unison with harrowed birds They dance past imbecile lakes and mountains Initial intention of sweeping away Time Dies down in sprinkles of yellow rain. Twinkling evenings come and go All passing in regularity Then suddenly I feel the tide The crushing and marauding sensation They creep, they peep, they take positions Before opening fire, and The surrealist blood flows everywhere