Foot Ox
Recalling that pout
What was it all about?
I believe you know

Covering your sleeve
To keep him
Become whole
I need your arm

And an orange peel
Raked up in a pile of leaves
Spin like a wheel
And you can do
What you need to do
To become you

Or all around you
Hovering like ghosts
On the side of that road
You can see the whole city from here

When pieces of you are slowing falling out
I'll put them back Into my mouth

And on the day
The dogs turn to ashes
Can you love everyone around you
For what they are?
But for now
The storm is rattling the windows
And in a field
I hope you will stand above me
And an orange peel
With flowers growing
All around a child