& 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