I walked into a room today
Inside there were many windows, looking out into other places far away.
But their imagery was so clear and pristine,
I might’ve walked inside and joined them.
In one room, hexagonal in shape, were two oxen
yoked together, pulling at each other, striving to knock the other down.
They trampled their partner, knifing one another with their hooves.
The yoke split and harpooned
Casting a bloodied silhouette of victory onto the wall.
I left, easing myself away from the entry way.
As the bloodied beast passed me by.