They only think about themselves. I could tell them a thing or two. I could –
if they stopped putting these whatsits all over the place, don’t need the things
on my knees don’t need them everywhere. I like a straight back. I like to be able to see in the corners in the dark places behind
trees and feathers and bird’s eggs he brought
messages
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder I want to hear the music but
there are people talking on the watching thingy
talking and clapping and shouting their uncouth ways. Why
would anyone want to see this when there is so much
more
the boy, the boy, the boy. The sun in his hair as he runs to the trees
there are
more things in heaven and earth