snap n bite
might makes right
the fuck, the midflight
target in sight
bowline on a bight
dog at a cat fight
rucksacks are not light
singing songs o spite
sparrow at a bullfight
flags at half-height in the winter half-light
flying hearts on the string of a kite
in war there is appetite, sideways site
you on your own you own your plight
check that cherry bombsight
ground that butterfly on a blade of grass
in the lushness there is blight