They dragged him.They dragged him out of the woodswhen no one sawwhen no one was there to stare.Bogged down by no remorse.Drowned out in the noises logging machines makeand that could have drilled open even a heart of stone.If no one but them knew, conscience was more likely to feel clean.At least, this is what they thought.Tied to no mercythe six feet of him:he didn't have one mark, the one missing or buried,he was not like those stallions with a marking on their foreheadshe had marks all over his body, tattooed by the elements,the animals rummaging through meaty, fleshy layers resisting the biting frost,sniffing with innocence husk-like carcasses, empty, void, yet succulentat the crossing linebetweenwild and tamedwhere nothing ever stops as the spinning goes ontaking everything down to the last possible beginningwhen ghostly worms crawl back as before intotheir crafted hidingswhere hierarchical dissolutionis part of the evolutionary ladder - not for them-Because nature knows best.No time left.Be it the tree, the horse, the manThey all end up, or down.This episode's cover photo credited to: https://www.freepik.com/free-photo/top-view-background-beautiful-white-grey-brown-cream-blue-background_13191135.htm Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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