The Experiment

People flock to see the winds
rustling the trees.
Races of time,
burning colours.
An ember falls
across a blanket of forest green.
The stag laps quietly
at a rushing brook.
Startled he leaps and flees.
Two lovers lying naked
near a waterfall,
interrupted by a crashing sound.
The woods are coming down!
The woods are coming down!
The great stag crosses the meadow,
stopping sporadically to see
a union of love made a mockery of.
The boy and girl gather their clothes.
Rush, embarrassed,
to an old white and red pick-up truck.
-Or is it white and rust?
Pulling away
the endeavors of their day
holds their tongues.
Blood dripping steadily,
creating puddles of red
with the dust already there.
The truck lumbers down
kicking up dust
into a fresh forest air.
The vixen flees
rushing to the road, jumps.
The girl screams,
tires squeal and glass breaks.
Their last thoughts are of mommy and daddy,
of innocent love,
of the future,
not of the lust they momentarily shared
in the animals church.
(And as the story closes,
we see the vixen , stag, and others
sitting solemnly;
watching the exploding remains
of two young kids who only wanted
to experiment.