other animals

never learned the art of reaching out
but read a book or two and tried
to love a little world with what it could
and then could not not to be unclear
of course it’s just this hearse running

it’s ragged curse over the bones
and their children back in the mines
thanks to you know who who would
not move an inch for you though you

suck his filthy brim and beg for snacks 
until the air runs out and new games start
so we must learn the fresh languages

fast or we won’t last a minute like that 
time I could look nowhere else but down