Cattle Yard Catastrophe

I look to power poles
For prophetic perceptions.
I reach out to razor wire
For an immaculate conception.
Western suburbs show:
John and Jane Doe,
Looking for answers to prayers
In the belly of a jumbo.
Cattle yard catastrophe:
A pig-headed monogamy,
Superfi cially void of feelings.
I cry in front the prime-mover
Waiting for divine intervention.
I believe the way is in the pig pit.
A cattle convention,
Condemned in detention.
Look at the dirty reflection
And spit on yourself.

First published in Rabelais.