presumed long gone the flameback woodpecker returns to console the fruitless tree

in the graveyard of chaos: butterflies float gently from limb to limb saying prayer

the roar of chainsaws: as butchers saw the limbs of the mango tree and not a single tear was shed

for supremacy: in the conflict of seasons the bodies of the living become collateral damage

shrills and feathered war cries: invisible battles fought across the concrete jungle

deadly grey undertones consume even the azure lightning of the kingfisher god