2026-04-28

Convivialité

I saw a mockingbird chase a squirrel up a tree,
Mammal scritting, avian flitting,
Its feet scratching the bark, its wings displacing the air,
Who resents the most:
Being chased, or being made to chase,
And was the oak even disturbed?

It was said
“Two is better than one, and four is better than two.”
Agreement notwithstanding,
It was said, and now it’s done.

The sky relishes its orange hue,
While the moon, obscured, can only fume.
She was born a smoker,
And her pocked skin resembles you.

Renverser l’ordre des choses,
C’est une autre chose entièrement,
Than what came to be and passed away.

You ordered steak frites, please,
And eat while
My stomach churns,
The world burns,
Shall I again feel at ease?