make room

i make room for the parrot to scare off its voice, make
room for the dark to show its moves to the yonder light
make room for the grass to feed off the remains of dew
make room for the dew to fend off the stray remnants of
day, make room for the cattle to procure, to endure, to 
obscure its moos so that sanity may prevail when laughter
is at bay and riot has to pay for the sins of the grand father.
This entry was posted in Poetry.

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