Sometimes skin’s so transparent
That one can’t focus
To see the anabranches of the trees
From forest
Is it still embryonic, or now too old
Thickness is a stage you pass
For when you are tough enough
That’s what I’ve been sold
From some jackass

What’s this charade
Of mechanised elves and kool-aid
Sea-horseshoes that we follow to the end
Til you see Alaska from your house

Don’t trust an agent who pulls
More carbon from the earth into the atmosphere
Than the fattest man on land