08-22-2024, 11:19 PM
The Dogs Bark at the Tree Killer
Ah, Diogenes, your friends
guard their urinals
and forget your name.
And so should you,
God in my hands.
A book made of your loved ones
ingested under your friends who never talk.
Those that stand and bark
don't separate you from the sun.
Hours like clouds are all the food you need.
If all roads lead from loss to loss,
sit on what's left, a roof,
a stump, a chair.
Ah, Diogenes, your friends
guard their urinals
and forget your name.
And so should you,
God in my hands.
A book made of your loved ones
ingested under your friends who never talk.
Those that stand and bark
don't separate you from the sun.
Hours like clouds are all the food you need.
If all roads lead from loss to loss,
sit on what's left, a roof,
a stump, a chair.