which species leaves their kill on the street. which beast burdens the world with itself.
which foul thing slouches toward the west. the west was never won. we wrested it. we
manifested it to wrestle. then we drew our guns at high noon capitalism and it died. we
lost. we wondered what about ourselves could be unnatural. so prone to reason that we
ended it, sand and wind. we bested the animals. we survived. we hid our hair from
rainstorms and in caves we lumped our sticks together to make joy again. scratched our
little arms and legs, felt glad. loved our reflections. even in this dim light. even in the
cold. how much we accomplished. our monstrosity. our immaterial wants. our suns and