Tag Archives: kings



imagine what we must look like to the neighborhood

birds—cruel colonizers they caw to, make nests

above, tell their hatchlings of the anteCerebrum days

before the skin kings sunned on towels, in pools,

in glowing boxes lined up like coffins, building theatres

sectioning off parks as separate from the rest

as a habitat for trees, a novelty to be oohed—

shiny pin of sanctuary