the tadpoles
collected at the bottom of the grime
and lost tails
eyes and gills
lost everything they wanted
willed for better life.
the participants in the fight
sat back and watched
feasted on all those desirables
those dreaded
wretched
horrible people
flesh in flesh
eating human bodies
like it was the new thing to do.
but that grows old
and dies
they all look forward to the next
leap
that will
validate
them.
warm smiles
are like steaming hot turds
dropped on
our chest
as we wait
to
push them off
and some of us can't
while others just keep shitting
at the mouth
and the quiet
foam
at
the
mouth
with the little dignity they have left.