Candy bound to mangrove roots, bull ants, and reddest lines South of the Mississippi Counting cousins alongside Imagism-borne caracals whip-smarting field-born foals Ever at the ready to ensure the seering minds slip From the deceiving cay puzzled whilst bringing to share Darkest fruit before brightest crowds until we ourselves Hang fire and fisticuffs for crumbs Hold our tears and help burn the menagerie Á trois, pourquoi n'est pas humaine Seeds and earths called away too soon Skinless mongeese must cease before revanche Move with or join the slag made so by us Not a moment more to perform as ally Dash to your presses and record the evidence We stay the beauty and you lose the majority With tantric-level maintenance of ignorance Such that it denies birds their flight Or lassos the sunrise from anyone's skies but yours To scar as you have any opposing minds; Swans to trumpets and panthers to kin Must we prepare nobly the pale for their turn in the flames Refusing any crowns until homeland Is a given and not arboreal memoranda There is never justice When a branch is her scale Leaves the jurors And obviation the trial Arch enough for enemies and yoga Performative democracy must end before we rise together Hers, theirs, yours, shames: Leave them with their knots and hoods Bring their churches to their knees Letting a blade most overdue Abort their perversion of faith