it's feeding time my friends
gloves off utensils on
and waitresses in line along the stucco wall

what makes us so sure?

the desert is behind
the mare dragging feet despite the yawning
we won't be late
the cable from the lamp too high to change the lightbulb
is still plugged in
and we are keeping schedules

the mask is safe for radiation from within
the source of image is unclear
sunset has wiped the pretty from the skin for hours to touch the darkness in the air

and now that we found ourselves forgotten
our slogans sound shallow in the swamp

like extinct birds we all rely on insects
with feathers weighing on the scale of fish

but i keep hoping for answers to my calls
that fade away before they reach the goal

stop knowing and thinking
keep a nightwatch
search in a dark
keep guessing

is there canvas large enough for me?
my words are few
eyes are wide open for horizon
meaning is an anchor

my body used to be a shrine of lurking lives
what i was to do with that?
all lives are gone excapt my own
where is a sanctuary for celebrating birth?

look at this picture brother
we silhouette against the sea like skinny twigs
let's throw pebbles and ask our mother to tell the winner
she is a never fair referee who always keeps us in a tie
we will undo it