Born Angry
Leith Sye Towers, Arabella Poulsen, Arlo Grey, László Reynolds
There is enough hem for us all, a fistful
Of the garment fluttering in reach
We pulled a tactful fast one on the keeper
And the gate swung agape with a creak
Whose overtones have transcribed all remaining
Of the song and dance we’ve left to make
The punisher in tassels throws his toys out
As the archer of the eye’s apple draws aim