bandana fills with resentment
sun flies so high
always pushing your plow before you
too long a line
one day you’ll even the score
your pain will die
but first, no more hunger and thirst
till then, you cry
blue ocean flowing so endless
so moist and wild
bobbing outwards in your little canoe
the brains of a child
no one will ever command you
your head so high
but first, no more hunger and thirst
till then, you’ll try
five black bars cover your window
your piece of sky
tattoos sprinkled over your chest
a painful sigh
the black blood enters your brain
you wonder why
why first you feel hunger and thirst
and then you die