It begins subtly:
withdraws an inch from the birch tree.
wants nothing to do with the skink.
sheep unflock to separately graze.
declare to the sky
they have nothing to do with the sky,
which is not visible as they are,
nor knows the trick of turning
into infant, tumbling pterodactyls.
The turtles and moonlight?
Their long arrangement is over.
As for the humans.
Let us not speak of the humans.
Let us speak of their language.
The first person singular
condemns the second person plural
for betrayals neither has words left to name.
The fed consider the hungry
and stay silent.