Golden in the Morning Crane Our Necks

                    in a past life I was

                      a little fish who

                    cleaned the

                   shells of

                   turtles

                  a dream

                helped me

              remember their

           deep voice of thanks

  many nights I heard sharks waiting

      for the tide to draw me near

      when the calendar runs out

      it feels lucky another awaits

      all I have ever wanted was to

      forge the English language into

      a spear and drive it into my heart

      between leaping and being shoved

      no lonelier place to put my faith for the

      swinging motion inside the dance we share

      don the extraordinary suit for this ordinary day

      take our time studying trees to imagine the

      nests we would build if we were birds

              I ask all

             you talented

            people spending

           many creative hours

           perfecting killer drones

          guns and bombs to please

           know we are waiting for

           you on the other side

            of art in the No

              Kill Zone