A Political Documentary

Admission for tonight’s show of crickets
is to scratch music from a violin
the price for the morning’s birds
is to chant an egg out of your chest

Alternative?

The sun will clench itself
into a hammer at noon
and flatten your heart

Winter will strangle your
reproductive organ like a swan’s neck
in the hands of a madman

Alternative?

Turn your power into snow
you will melt into summer—
the avenue of your voice
without a trace of artillery
parading like the wind