balloons rise from the dumpster
gray tan rats tail long hairless
a human toe with eternal peace tag
on it
locked hair packed with spoken
sympathies that help not at all
corporate could not taint you
only made it to throw you out
from the land that have everything
we smoke a pipe if chaos
talking stick
dwindled down to shavings
you told them forever more
it’s just about the money
not about the skin tone
even my anointed kingly fathers
sold us out