Supple visions of milk
supply forensics with data
interesting enough
to warrant celebration.
Life smiled near a tree unfurled,
beneath a cliff relaxed
in its mission to inhibit
the growth of a village.
Blood creeps through cracks
like a red snake
in a red world
under a red sun
Various tools
of interrogation
clutter the gutter
like discarded gamblers.
Morose, the day walks into
the abyss of night.