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