Suzy

When you scold us, call us robbers and rogues, we thank Mount Olympus, you are leaving this scene, let oceans wash your bones, cap every season, we have had enough fuss, more than any antidote, your kisses comes to this, we won’t care about pity, arms hanging forlorn, screeching like parakeets, the dread shrouds of locusts, where the sky is broken, your raging insistence, makes light of our freedom, shrill voice discordant, we’ll make flowers sing, we are people of destiny.