It is a cold, mean earth
where children
are taught
to shoot birds
on beautiful days...


Skies are blue
and the winds
are

s o
w a r m


I fly through the sky

t u r n i n g

and

f l o a t i ng

in gentle, peaceful circles

All is right with the world

I am content
I am happy

and then

B A N G

The asshole shoots me.

And

I

am

NO
MORE.

^{Words and images © paintingangels / s. matthews}