UPVIEW
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
The Unapologist Philologist 