It Was the Always and Will Be

It was the rat and the snake that ate each other. It was the love in them. It was the buttercup and the lupine that devoured the bees. It was the insectivore legs that tilled the crumbling fields. It was the crumbling fields that carried the legless off. It was the fox that shook its head that sprayed red. It was the upright shadow that wrote a crooked bible. It was the moth that ate the angel – the angel with no mouth. It was the angel with no mouth that spoke the loudest, It was the love in him.