A tree never fell in the forest
and anyway Plato preferred boys.
The constant singing in his ears
razed the structure of being.
He went on a retreat at
the Ped Mall to discuss ethics.
Some people do not have friends
among the stars. They agreed
to meet at the tree the crows
own. What do those
black voices say to each other?
Put your life into a clay
pot. Human Tandoori annealed
in the flames. The web
between your toes burns last.