Keep the Dog Quiet

My body is a cage.

This union is cage about a cage about a cage.

And this, and this town too.

I'll see you once in a while but I can't be seen with you.

This place is a narrative mess.

The floor a tangle of bedsheets and battered sundress.

The ink has dried in the well.

The journey once was consequential,

Now: sequential, sequential, sequential, sequential.

When will you silence your hounds?

The eldest sons to the altar of the Eternal Sound.

Their blood is spilled at the dawn.

A nation bound to your will, still, the violin plays on.

Plays its devotional song.

Once it was, once it was so essential,

Now: sequential, sequential, sequential, sequential.