Bison: Rut

 

In the orbit

of instinct,

lust hones.

 

Beasts stare,

stamp, glare,

stomp.

 

Horns hook;

breath frosts

the air.

 

Slow fusion

switches

to rage.

 

Accelerants rush;

fire-skulls

propel.

 

Electrons

and protons

crash, black

 

holes collapse

as titans

burn down

 

to iron.