In a means to secure them
as the craziest thing to
hear them approaching
like transparent bullets
whistling inward from
a howling storm of fruits
like a series of flies
allowed in to buzz
and bounce off the walls
this dormant stage
of our own falling
approved to last
before our calling
has found us wanting
on the wagon
leaving us unsure of
what we're dragging.
So why the staggering
Cost beyond the lure
of living off the dragon
When we could also be
equally flung into oblivion?