The Hunt

Uck, look at them!
Hundreds of those contagious little monsters...

They’re scowering
The snow-melt trampled grasses
In a hyper-jawed giggle...

Plying through the clumped strands
With anxious competitive limbs,
Criss-crossing by strange mathematic
The damp-thawed field,
In the invisibly-frantic midst
Of the old season disease,
Newly resurrected from
Its’ beliefed hibernation...


The Community Easter Egg hunt has begun...


What full-force compels them
Into this explorative conquering rage?

How the Egg has been wrapped?
How the Passion turned to product?

The dirt-poison congealed into consumable shape,
A fertile-idol melted in the digestive heat...

How the body’s caverns are raked
For the stored sparkled mineral
To furnace false energy.

How the earth’s bed is hunted
For the scattered impacted renewal
To furnish false eternity.

And so the hunt continues...
So the monsters’ baskets fill...