You Are Loved
But only if you agree to the mizzling rains
to the mizzling impotence of spider fluid
as it courses through annadonna's ear.
To disagree is to dissolve in the fluid itself,
the incredible journey through the veins
of Byzantium, even if you've lost the map,
or never been there.
Never touched the amphora, the broken
amphora. Never stolen a bit of memorabilia
from the Romans when no one was looking.
Never put it in a bowl with a plant fossil
watched over by some guy who went to the Bar n Grill
and sat there saying he was Jesus.
I've walked those thorns, those biting henna
thorns. The dog she avoids them, the poison
in them is just awful bad, not like a scorpion sting.
A scorpion sting hurts for a very long time,
and it should. After all, it is an animal.
But a plant should not hurt a person, or a dog.
But they do. Pack their poisons, their web fluids.
The bees drink it and wander wide and far
to produce more thorns to crown people with.
Nevermind the scorpions and the bees.
People just love crowning things
while some stings last a very long time
in the societies of animals.
