Bucolic world, rather lull
Lips flapp, without slap
Nor snap,I saw no gap
Constant wild groans with horns
Of penury plight in green lights
That flicker with dark shadows
Scars like grass on concertained chest
Hunger they stare barely
Starvation with no reservation
Was a mention revelation
Mossy spots of pale goosebumps
Slayed and preyed the magnificent skin
Channel their lives in runnels
In such for food for their good
Where is the ear
To trap itches of life reality in their cries
The eye to mirror the fictionless cruelty
Of bony skin that can't win
Fate of nature though how late