we are running
our sky is the bottom
of a boat
approaching the wall
we pull out
our puny weaponry
disclose ourselves
bomb-light
startled trees
see our feet please
we’ll not show
what we see
just a simulacrum
of running
a simulacrum
of seeing
as if you’d fear
the village behind us
blossoming
hello
darling
we have a hacienda
in us invitations
cannot penetrate
a border spiked
our various heads
souvenirs
after images
of our afterlife
a sky-wide moat
as if someone
would
we had ankles once
jewelry, guns
berries
fetch was a word
with a water bucket
all we ever said
was O
we have
chemicals
cropped
and furrowed
into two
now we know
when you don’t
where you go
just look at
all this
room
the things
your hominids
have done
a ruse for hands
or thimbles
the deviant ladder
of our smile
your lesser loves
food one mustn’t eat
so it can’t
be gone
your machines have
memorized you
run
Ah, but you are a wonderful reader!
Why thank you, sir!
a ruse for hands
or thimbles
the deviant ladder
of our smile
wonderful