Michael Marks

Citrus skinned and stony-eyed, I

Citrus skinned and stony-eyed, I
army join to fire wordsticks at
the land I now call home, though lost
upon me is my headwater of reason,
my instinct eroded into a wasteland of doubt
gaggle schooling the Braille battles of insanity,
displaced as jumping Asian carp
jump boaters on the Illinois River,
as killer bees camping in the foothills
attack campers in Tucson, Arizona,
as feral chickens snipe in the Florida Keys,
as Kansas foxes steal unread newspapers--
we are lost, banished from our origin,
wild not knowing how to know it.

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