Parading

And suddenly a few elephants—

It involves a ritual & a speechless messenger,

In the other world, Prince whispers to every dove: cry, cry,

and when I turned to look back I did not recognize a thing

It’s not like we can choose what spears us through the heart.

My sister tells me she is a bird.

It was an alphabet on top

What have I lost? When shall I start to sing

There is much to fear as a creature

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