Poems about Animals
Rain covers my pallet in purifying drops
My tresses are swollen, bleeding out their tops
Nothing ever changes.
Burning down the homes of the loved,
burning down the dreams of the innocent,
I lost my llama, so I called up my Mama,
She said, “Stop your drama!”
Look for the llama; are you sure it’s gone?
Withering,
Friday morning, thin and silent as a fence rail.
As the earth trembled beneath me.
