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.