Civilization

Tin pots and pans
Banging go away
From miles of red
And blue balloons

Puffed with scents
Of marshmallow and
Chocolate left over
Whiffs in the dark

Like those cartoon
Noses floating to
The campfire smoke
Over chokeberries

And tiny grubs dug
Deep from dead logs
They point at like a
Sign of existence

Resistance taught
To cubs, growling
Tummies drawn to
Civilization’s garbage.

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