Slaves' Graves

Coming, becoming

As we landscape the landscape

Finding shrubs better than hedges

To express our good nature

These are the feelings of slaves

All spiraling upward

Interior monocots whose rage

Expressed in slogans

Slumps itself feet up back to the urn

Slumps itself feet up back to the urn

Wood chips are chainmail

Against another feeling

Those seedlings that would crack pavement to exist banally

These are the feelings of slaves

All spiraling upward

Interior monocots whose rage

Expressed in slogans

The way a logo different from an icon

The way a logo different from an icon