Land Owning Rich Guy
sat there in normal afternoon
pretending to be made of bronze,
of decorative teeth, cracked skin, and smooth
rust on the finest bench,
a group of them developing a nostalgia for the old world
She did not want to be a part of the
fight for the human capacity to lie to itself
no isolation in the end will suppress the renewal of the human ability to love, which is all art
PLUTO BLOOMING 