you hold out long enough for another tongue, we feed it
you shuffle your cards, we eat it
you hold the earth in the palm of your hand, we destroy it
the masses disperse doubting their own power
chicken with a head, body without a mind
daytime empties the streets, fills the couches, marries the screens.
I miss the sound of us
the tongues’ beautiful languages
sprouting poetry and clever games
this is revolution, joining the body and the mind
hearing it still sing
alive in the trees.