Corona

Cantering and rolling, rolling,
Sancho got them happy feet —
A crown makes three by the mango tree.

Riot of pink and red hibiscus —
Frippery festoons his flanks —
Sancho down one, Sancho up two.

Writhing with the unnamable —
Waiting for the ineffable —
Sancho, scythe this way’s coming…

It’s the season of the felling —
Looka that corona, Sancho,
Blistering ’round the blackening sun.

“MAY: Everyone’s equal.

JUNE: There’s always someone on top, someone at the bottom.

MAY: You don’t believe none of it?

JINE: Never did. Do what you have to do. I ain’t stupid, stuffed my pockets full of gold, I did…”

— Sarah Grochala / S-27