transfixed on the other
To make enemies.
worlds away they partition off
And we can’t see them
Seeds that did not grow into the
fauna and flora we recognize.
What is foreign is fear
even when the root common denominator
Bound to us with the same air and exhalation
We wish to see come from the mouths
Of our babes.
Those bonobos and apes
And jungle-deep genes
We erase what memories we have of
We fill that void with new definitions of
the massacres of interests,
In my search for reason,
I paint a beautiful picture of divergence.
There has to be another.