The disappearing world of the dysfunctional lands all we can do is jump and chant, point and poke at one another in disjointed ways that don’t amount to language, the animal is returning in testosterone velocity, males squaring up and off into the jungle, fights with knives and guns, face hidden apparel the alter ego released in a split second, its called murder for no reason because the talking has stopped and God left your space in days of destruction… the last days.