Feet of Clay

We expected the feet of clay
We saw the fragility
Your fear of us
Evil babies
Morning in America
Never imagining
The depths
Hate
Lies
Fear
You curated like treasures

We hoped it was us
That you could learn to love
Next baby worthy
How little the space
You want smaller still
Your rents ever higher
We tried
Bridges left half built
Abandoned
Made absurd
When the rot came clear

So crawl into drum
Start your own song
Let clay return to earth
Claim your space

Pehiw – Wandering 2022
For J