Coincidental Birth Command Round
Justice is served
this 27th of January
when you play the tapes
with my name in 27 languages,
when you destroy the adorable policewoman,
when you create a new force of nature
with your special quilt.
The perfectly acceptable motions
in the back of your head
are metaphorically a card of blowing wind
hidden in the deck of lamenting oxen
and poison collection centers.
The reason you continue
is the tortoise and the hare.
The reason you are somehow changing
is the dinosaur composure class.
Lions are filing into the classroom like bison.
The rates are up; the cyclone is up.
Toolsheds are arrested for chattering noisily
while I ask you why there is no net
to catch the normal people
art by Javier eme Castro