How complacent the thought When everything is trying to kill you, and you are trying to kill it. I mean look at this city or walk the prairie or the moor and wonder and then scrunch up a piece of newspaper and laughing set fire to it with a match and throw it to the floor at the back of the bus low flames, watch it smoulder hold my sides
Life before history began, when the dinosaurs roamed the Earth innocent primordial bloodlust before the toxic torture chamber of the Great Now where the land is a toy and the sky is owned and tied up with steel studded leather straps to be filled and abused and tracked by vapour trails.
The air is still... as if waiting with glee for an air-burst: the great cleansing of the thermonuclear.
I need further terms of reference as I wander around the bus station. No attack today damn world peace.