The field was cleared while sitting in remorseless fury,
Slaughter filled the air with fuzzy roars. Peaches rested in
Valleyed rows beneath the needless crumbled brush.
Kittens roamed tall grass like stalking Saharan Kings.
keening mice soon would Scurry as
Signs appeared proposing modern man.
Proposal's for expensive freedom, retired and
Slowly dying. No roars, No more.


Lies were baked through lustrum while lions no longer roared.
Seeds of stone fruit slipped from food
Towards hardened stone. Money grew again,
Providing ceaseless shade from an amaranthine sun.
The acred field cleared for lies concerned of man's
Modern ties. Squeezed velvet stone fruit,
Thriving free in field and sun, will remain the sweeter nectar;
More than your retired death where lions no longer roam.