Bitches

When the bitches with bows come forth

to storm the cats of old

the feral souls whose wildness

in the outback so I’m told

our great Mother steeped in nature

who controls the great divide

and casts light on the vanquished

who are caught up in the stride

a bitch who runs the gauntlet with her

bow succeeds and we

see her clad in camouflage

all smiles regrettably

holding up the dead soul

who she’s killed its seems

to be ahead at this moment

but has broke into those dreams

of karma

for the feral one’s are beaten

but they will

come back in spirit to proclaim

some reward for the kill

the shrill notes of the tearful one’s

bear down on those who thought

their pleasure was the killing fields

but in fact, they have brought

their own darkness much closer

for karma waits to see

what happens in the forest

and rewards those

instantly