Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

A N I M A L

"...the guns, the fires, the floods..."

A N I M A L

Always…

Adjusting, Adapting, Adept in a world gone awry.

Surviving the pollution,

the guns, the fires, the floods, the wind and

the waves, the don’t know why...

while the gates of hell appear to prevail…

BUT the beautiful,

  bold,

    brilliant creatures

of a surrogate MOTHER called EARTH

constantly giving birth to the wondrous order

of things.

A N I M A L

never denying its space or place in the

ecosystem of sharing and surviving all

conditions cosmically designed…

never hoarding

  never murdering

    never demanding more than they habit-u-all-y

    need.

NEVER seeking to be seen but always being

  sought…

    for food

      for comfort

        for trophy

          for THE game?

The fiercest of their animal predators all going

by the same name HU-MAN-i-TY. WHO-man?







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