Where The Bedlines Cross

The stance is ready,
This is what we learn,
It’s not that bad.
Someone will find it ticklish- the cow’s tail morphing into a cone, then a flower and
after that a missile.
The missiles are implied.
Sometimes we can’t see the nightmare coming or becoming the real thing.
Or,
We roll up the windows, switch on the smartphones and record,
The slowly forming landscape of violence.