One of those dreams that everyone has
Where it is the end of all the worlds
And the women, even more fierce than the men,
Left home to have sex again and for the first time
And noise of mobs make us climb trees
But the trees are large abandoned factories
That used to make sweaters for dogs
And we hid with our fathers’ precious guns
The guns were loaded this time
Those who had climbed highest pointed out my acquaintances
To the feral dogs chasing them: Bailey and Bella and Lucy and Max.
They didn’t know they were acting like food.
People or dogs, none tried to go home, they didn’t think of it
This is ineptitude turned socially adept
All but a few got under the shade of the one big tree
And howled and howled.