The Running Moose
I see some moose running down the street with antlers sticking out like guns, bursting through the crowd sending people on the run and scavengers flying around the sky landing on power lines beating drums in the town.
Big moose little moose scale high walls knocking down metal barriers, poking the people in their gut with their metal antlers. They smash their faces on the wall and dragging their bodies around in the street and I lamented with grief.
Chaos erupts in the town and people began to run up and down, with bags and pans, dishes and fishes and scorpion legs saturated in their head. Screaming and shouting resonated from the sky and the little moose bid the angels goodbye, the eagle was just on time to take the launcher for a ride.
The moose rampage continues in the town and everything fell to the ground, trucks and buses holding hands and motor cycle skidding on dry ice they slammed into each other crashing down the slopes somersaulting in their water-less boat.
I watched with anxiety as the moose destruction draws near, they kept running around the town plunging into bars, cook shops and kitchen restaurant, leaving its owners in despair.
Everyone ran around looking for a place to hide as the moose antlers stuck in their sides, there was just nowhere to hide; destiny flew high in the sky and moose blaze through the town.
The villagers came on the scene armed with machine guns and assault weapon, firing and shouting, from, right left and center. Bodies fell to the ground like flies filling the gutter with blood and no one could escape this terrible age.
They shot the running moose dead and it bled and bled. Moose lying dead next to man searching for the future in the golden sand. No one was left to tell the tales of how the running moose rampage ends, and so destiny fulfills its purpose in the town, and the big screen fell flat on the ground and destiny sank deep inside the ground.
Everything was still and not a sound could be heard and so I crossed peacefully over on the other side and bid the town and its dead goodbye.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2023
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