The cloud I am looking at
is a pig-bull. The horns
directed to us. The man
next to me is ready to eat.

The woman near me is
describing the grotesque
face of the poor pig-bull. How
she’s glad it’s only a cloud.

The child is imagining taking
a sword to the neck of it. How
the blood spurts in their face
and coats with victory.

How to be a basic human being.
It’s funny. The pig-bull is not real
but our desire to ****** a lowly
and defenceless animal is.