No, I am not afraid of you
descending the long white marble steps
from a White Hawk helicopter
to a state-sponsored spectacle
of mansplaining and lies.
If you divide the sea,
you will wind up in a ditch.
The she-goat will mount the he-goat.
Good deeds will cut out our tongues.
No tree will penetrate a radiant sky.
Can’t you see our tents cannot be separated?
Can’t you see your one thousand dogs
are not greater than our
one thousand gazelles?