Culture of innocence
does not exist
moonlight’s eloquence
remains unfixed
until the poet
scrambles to sane
vulture recognizance
bird’s eye view
everything is old
nothing is new
bones pecked to elegance
the lions are converts
having eaten the Christians
they are ready to revert
it’s ugly this hatred
this senseless revenge
a baby torn
from its mother’s side
a culture dismissed
is covered by scribes
who lie with the grace
of practiced men
who manage the seas
with lying amends
shall they swim free
or murder
the keepers of order
still own the gun
the doe checks her path
and looks to her fawn