Foxes
Every day I walk past a patch of earth.
In it are burrows, two foxes live inside
that deep space.
They were out in the sunlight-
I began to approach but stopped
when I saw their eyes.
You stay there.
You stay on your concrete,
with your naked horror,
and slash-toothed malice.
Human greed
is our crucifix.
Power is a nail
pounded into wrists.