And means to sell off a coast or two
Next year a continent God willing
Politicizing the great plates of the world
With a superabundance of emotion
So the streams shift in their beds
Until it looks like rain is all the suffering
In the world so many little slights
Gathered into a relentless resignation
Which we children find great fun
Escaping the grownup’s distress
Paddling about in the streets
Drawn by our amphibian roots
To play with tragedy
In our rubber boots
No comments:
Post a Comment