HANDS OUTSTRETCHED, EYES OPEN

Not buying your shit, not for a minute,
Second, moment, like normal people
Aware of the damage being done but
Focused on fixing what’s wronged,
Sitting down with the elders and the
Children, keepers of investments that
Pay off in circuitous routes, good long
Runs, checks on progress, cycles out.

Our main goal is to live long enough
To hear the news of your death. To
Dance on your grave would require
Too much effort. The croakings of
Lesser demons help pass the time
And deposit a taste on the tongue.