other animals

despite our poorly thought out plan
for the ancestral garden gnomes
I can even without glasses
see what’s coming on this muddy
trail as we bear the insistence

of another infection a
brief pollen starscape as we stop for tea
any future tortures could have baguettes
bagels brioche bialys and

baskets of buns though we see our
most-ignored manifesto won’t
help to fill the syringe before

the eggs from that red insect we forgot
about hatch and we lose more than our eyes