Maybe we are not innocent
Well wishes from the lovely mean what for the ugly – what for the grandstand ladies wearing furs, or other decorations? Let’s not forgive the bunting, and the embroidered hankies waving, or the statues, let’s especially not forgive the statues their bronzed detachments.
Of complicity and the agreements
Gray eye shadowed, blinking on a tumultuous birthday – young lips innocently blowing candles – surprisingly ancient. Are you a wrinkled baby with a dessert in one hand, and a tantrum in the other; shuddering, and crying “Bring me the daddy, or mommy who blinded me?”
Necessary to build the bones
At a park cooing like a pigeon, you show off the talon that will someday shape the entire world of our understanding, as a not too tall tot smiling into the silhouette of a sentinel tree back lit by a sun that is setting – this just before the moment we all begin chanting.
And bars of the cages of our
While back at the well, and the “OH Well” the efforts count coup on Indian battlefields – the attempts hire stargazer strategist to plot space journeys, and the neutral contort divisions, making up the boundaries they will need, to explain their intelligent indifferences.