i
In defense of innocence,
Poised between little devils and cherubs,
Warbudened.
In medias res.
ii
I’ve been as sheepgarbed wolf,
In the House of the Tiger.
I’m indentured to this crocodile cycle,
Six rows of teeth holding back an ocean of dogs;
As a natal stage heaven, not yet ready to emerge.
iii
There’s been a carnival in red desert,
All lace and flames,
Careenstep and cacophony.
Standing as a carousel;
A joyous prayer for rains.