a cup of tea
the courage to be disliked
meiko kaji
blinding light
it refracts off the walls
of the secret garden
insulating
the orchard
its piercing beams
burn through the eyes
of caterpillars
the legs of the ants
collapse under its weight
the bodies are blown away
the queen is nowhere to be found
i close my book
and lie back on the grass
the earth is quivering, inconsolable
its still turning,
bruised, broken, defiled
earth is still yearning,
for respite.
the wretched are suffering, ever still
the walruses fall to their death
the sea lion's child is taken
the glaciers are melting
pink floyd is lamenting
-hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way-
