Life was gonna be painful for a morning dove whose call was so random and throaty and pure only hours before my tigers took him out. what was left of life was gonna be painful then surreal then blurry, then over. i imagine euphoria takes over in the end, when defenceless one’s life force rushes to heal. life is bloody and open wide and clawed at. attacked from all sides. in the midst of a glorious spring morning. the dew has burned off and the day becomes sharp and direct and furious when you’re caught by those who were born to hunt you down. actually they meant you no harm. they just do what they do. it’s the same the world over. impersonal. intimate. euphoric. terribly violent and sad. ever changing. renewed. life.