Lunchmeat
Brent Knopf, Daniel Frederic Seim, Justin Andrew Harris
Animals were heading north
When we heard the news report
There were tremors in Japanese ocean trenches
There were devils in the sand
Sirens sing in monotone
Harmonized in deathly drone
Leave the tables, the curtains, the computer's useless
Leave the lunchmeat for the sharks
(I roam)