we'll chat the world up,
making light of everything.
and swirl round our loosening,
to rest at our own feet.

looking deep at the sky,
and shallow at the ground,
we'll remember having done so,
and part ways.

Are there trees outside the city
that will never die?
and never fall?
and never rot?

Are there windows to other worlds,
that will never cloud over?
and never lie?
and never take over?

Is there oil that will never disappear?

Murder will be justified
with words from
a children's book.
These days have numbers.

The logic is flawless yet
it may be found otherwise

I'll vaccinate your children
because not everyone else does

Still children always die
from measles or otherwise

The king must dance
in best measure
amidst the mines
not yet danced away.