Endings are most natural at eclipse time
If only these beasts surrounding me were aware
The one in front yaps with a mouthful of Poptart
Crumbs pelt my face like sand on a windy beach
Eroding the final layer of my patience 

Beast on my left grabs some low hanging fruit about big women
The short beast throws a joke in my direction
Each word obstructs my solar view bit by bit
There's an abandoned attempt to fold up my glasses before dropping them on the grass
As natural as endings are for the eclipse, the shocking is natural for the beasts

Some fetid amalgamation akin to axe body spray and unaware privilege unlock a new language of hatred
Deep in my soul 
I craft a single word and let him fly
High he soars above the beasts' heads
Peaking not at the clouds
Not until the eclipse herself freezes in awe

As the word descends his path down the atmosphere beasts scatter all tripping over their tucked tails
As the eclipse is nearing her end I feel one of my own
Like a book's last page you have to reread thrice
I don't understand
But I know I will soon