I don't know why apples fall where
don't care for candy or cats
&, no, I didn’t catch that show, no
Compelled to connect
I put my hand up against the cold windowpane
a bullet of shock runs towards my heart
bulls graze in the street
so many zoos lost in time
we're more afraid of them
than they of us
I know what I need to know
I'm deeply concerned
(this voice traveling my left arm
(like a creaking door
their cache of foodstuffs is beyond us
we will be forced to relearn
the dispassionate ways of the earth
I pass on survival, tools, symbolic refrain
Some of my children are punished for weakness
and forgotten as a melody once-whistled in a car
I no longer write about the bashful quality of the stars
but instead depend on them, follow and lead by their light
What, we imagine together, is a car? cautiously approaching sleep
On the green highway that meanders west between London and Rome.
