Winged creatures soar high
Scattering seeds,flowers bloom
Man soars, dropping bombs.
Airplanes pass over
a road that flickers back to
a wilted forest.
"Close your eyes, piggy."
"Why? What's going on out there?"
"It's the world of flies."
It burned my heart,
Just a flash of sharp wind.
Not real I'm sure.
No time to be scared;
The monsters under your bed
Are getting hungry.
