Roasting Rainbow Zebra

 

Roasting rainbow Zebra
don't you see it's burning flesh?
does it blister into sparkles?
will it be covered with mesh?
or will it be left to fester
left to rot -
amid a dancing jester
singing
'that uniqueness you've got -
well for that
your future is bleak
for that is what actually happens
to those who are
unique'
and then there are
the appropriating posers
sucking from us
til we're weak..
So the real
rainbow zebra
is now burning flesh
as it roasts above
the pit of fresh
and flickering flames
'cause
nothing other
is best.
For the beast
could not
be tamed
when the reasons for
it's madness
were secretly
maimed
by the conventional
medical game
and so
here they are
the flickering flames
unto sparkles
unto ashes
and then
unto rain.
 
S.R. Ashcraft December 22, 2022

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