Cactus

Our limbs are lame.

I cannot do nothing to save the green cactus from being hanged

with greenish lights,

the white neon in a freezing night

Or the lamb from being killed

Easy like squeezing a fruit fly

blood spraying on the butcher's face

He could recognize their faces while licking their blood

His daughter loved giving them names,

One is called Lucy and one Lily.

Have you ever put snails in a microwave

watch it bubbling from heat

A blasting living thing!

as people drawn and drown in the sea

floating bloating

washed on shore hair stiff with salt

What an amazing dawn

Holy like a new millennium

primates discovered you at the Cape

Jumping around

Fuddled for the outlandish smell

Mistaken thee for quaint seafood