Who are these beasts masquerading as humans?

Bloodying the river, which has provided moments of bliss,

where the pine, fir, and Spruce trees kiss each other in unvarnished rapture?

Where the Lidder ripples and roars in ecstasy.

Who are they?

Devoid of compassion and devoid of humanity.

Killing, with a chilling senselessness.

With a grotesque cannibalistic ferocity,

unleashing ugliness on spring’s pulsating beauty?

Who are they?

My ink is........

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