Doomed

In my dreams I can see it.

I’ve left the forest behind

to feast on the fresh grass by the lake

and now I’m marching through the flowers

into the bright blue water to quench my thirst.

But it’s only a dream,

the dream of a creature

going nowhere.

Doomed.

Without a place in the brown water,

without a space in the skyscraper city.

Doomed.

Laid to rest

too soon.

https://alternateroute.org/zines/AR8.pdf