FujiXT10, 23mm f2. Wild flowers near a slaughterhouse, 2018.
rotten smells from down below
barking dogs
water dripping from the AC
flies are buzzing, sepulchral dance
chirping is long, unusually weak
as the birdie dying
gives a muffled squeak
hell, it is hot, my dear
the abattoir though give me shivers
as I listen to its silence
forevermore and start anew
your hand is sweaty and you start crying
at that little birdie dying
I just can give a fuck no more
humurous strings of quantum galore
