In case you have a bone to pick with nature

When the tower exploded / into a million pieces like human     bones, it fell / in the song 

of autumn,     all beat and rhythm. / Its height didn’t object.      Its skeleton collapsed 

beside litterfall, and steel      lay / as steel with dead animal          hair. Everything is still 

wide open. I walk past decay and think nature is too broad to exist / between my feet, 

caressed by your manicured fingers, then these needy   twigs.  But towers will be sticking 

up       before you know it / elongating / since everything is a  competition / now and 

nature wants people of sky to be     looked up on.            People who make beast-like

mane with leaves and not get cold                feet from their own reflections. Somebody has 

to misuse their voice / for the roar               to be as usual as rooster fights, prey gnashing

             prey, and predator     building off /  of their own rivalry. I can’t hide / behind nature, 

aware of how it benefits       you, how merely your fingernails can tear             deeper than a 

lion’s teeth because if not    yours, who else’s would / somebody has to go /  through the 

life before everyone decides winning is worth     fighting                        for.