UNDER the unrelenting brilliant sun i wept
thinking of the welfare of all animals,
butterflies were crowded within the small
space of my deflated heart
the innocences of their multi-colored
bodies sank inside my eyes where i heard
the cricket singing
as though from the tallest tower of
life/from the bottom of all hearts\
what happens when everyone steals
where nations bomb children that
remove the gleam of their pure happiness.
I listened at the sky, the blue, which now
is black — it’s very humanly ugly.
:: 03.16.2022 ::