Poetry

backyard bread with water and sugar
listen son listen daughter
do not play with the bird and you with the hole

leave these matters for later
so as not to destroy the conscience too soon
so as not to rot like a bench under a fence

the backyard educates
established rules hierarchy directs
shows the way shows directions

don't jump up don't play around with the illusion of the moment
time obliterated the paths
blanks glass marks the wine came first

locked up in isolation caught by the murder
grounded weak funny deceived finally
we avoid ourselves let's make the transition for a ridiculous idea