WHAT CAN ANIMALS TEACH US ABOUT POLITICS?

It’s not the house

that threatens to fall. But

the betweenness of its moving.

 

Walls of white water

one after another

after an other

drive bodies in and out

of the kitchen.

 

Suck formless frames

of flesh and bone

into lead-ridden

spider’s dens

that I now realise

you didn’t want me to mention

 

See how easily they slide beneath the oily skins

of the free-range chickens

that nobody eats

this evening

 

Too many cooks in the kitchen

yet not enough to notice

the birds

that you take out of the oven

still raw.

 

Their lukewarm skin pulsing

absorbing the rhythms that we misunderstand mistrust mis-align

because we don’t see

choose not to see

 

the weight of all this water.