alfie lee writing



Yes. We have been
introduced. And
the instincts that
served us well are

now picking us
off one by one.
My sisters and
brothers. Mother.

The baiting and
bribes prove irre
deemable. To
day the sky is

an endless blue.
So much to eat
and so peaceful
too. The trees are

reft and emptied
of birdsong. We
are be caused and
effect the cause

that effects the
murder of us
all. We quiet
and stretch, lay down,

dull. For men and
wild, to both we
are, animals
fit for the cull.


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