Alexandra Hoey
Leaving Shelter
No
more
talk of
honey or
coin, these States remain
remains harvested from our hands,
blood-brushed paths and busted concrete covered with things once
given with love; survival is a necessity
no longer found in microwave
meals, crushed pills, mirrors,
on TV,
no, now
it
is
found
in
instinct,
avoiding
extinction; growing
is a lifestyle to master – if
we are mindful our offspring will be cultivated
in patience, giving scars etched on streams, fields, and flesh a
death from screaming time to reflect
upon simple things
like breathing
or of
the
wind.
