& no one knew them

& no one knew them

For the ones taken in the rustle of thorns w/o stars

For the ones the color of water who slowly grew peaceful

Face down on the spikes of asphalt

For the ones I longed to give lettuce who turned fast away

When they noticed a truck-man hunched scribbling

Near the fence they could have been

Feathered round & desire-shaped w/

Black rubber-like feet & elegant noses

In search for a way out

This endless container

Lagoon of shadows