they are ebullient animals

in my language my
wild eyes and
my musk 
i am one of them

as such
i must meander
to the watering hole
down to the thirsty commune 
where the bodies do their business
it seems we are 
a lasting bastion 
for this buried ephesus

the hyenas are a hungry bunch
laughing and
humping one another
as i lumber between them
they must see 
what the others see
that i am frail
and unguarded
easy prey 
for hungry beasts

(photo: “multiverse” fuse installation, artechouse, washington dc)