Selfish Survivors

by by Anthony Desmond
((Center Line, MI, USA) )

Settled in tents tied with wheat on each end
If burned it races against the feet of oil soaked criminals
Guarded natures covered up to appear cynical
Index fingers cut off to halt blame
Stacks of pride on desks waiting idle
To have arms wrapped around its title
Legs of a beast tread on water
Daring the impossible
Llamas play dead with necks the size of wire
Guarding their masters from scorpions hidden in the sand
Still, masters don't trust easily
Throats of llamas slit,
Servants under masters put to sleep,
Eyes rolled back
Bodies no longer in tact

© 2010 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.

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