That there is chaos does not mean
there is no order.
That the merlin mangles dove,
his talons cracking neck and breast
while doves heart still beats and brain knows
does not mean Order is not prompting
from the wings, or behind the curtains,
or standing in the stadium
cheering on the hawk
or,
and?
bemoaning the digested dove.
This is a scary question.
On whose side, order?
Does the merlin streak back to its master
for a fatherly fluffing of feathers,
a manicure of claws,
or,
and?
is the dove lamented with the tears of galaxies?