Field Day

The earth of her unchained sex splattered by urine,
the wild maid unleashes the fierce garden of her reality,
thorns nettling out from the bloom of cogitation.

The wounded bull, surprised amidst his posturing,
bellows and stamps as a rising tide of sharp insistent horticulture
pierces the underside of his proud resisting nature.

Heads turn to the clash of unstoppable force and immovable object.
Carnivores and herbivores cheer gleefully on either side
and the prescient carrion glide above, circling patiently.