To tell to the state

Dedicated to the actions of (but not directly about) Major Jason Watson

When you are happily devoted you do not notice time
the way it passes in slow moments and quick months
the argyle texture of demanding resources

the fridge that never has to ask to speak
the tolerant waste board bleeding on natural philosophy
like threatened grasslands escaping the nose of the donkey

a harbored ass moving to the conclusion of the East
traitor grandiosity that is understood as a well-intended mistake
come back to the floorboard, to the tired sands

we would be lost without you, your puppet state equation
and give us a glimpse of how fodder tethers
without a mask to ingratiate temple holdings

in the market of sold possessions like fire dressings
we were all met with condescension
now let us live alone, partnered or not

to see how time grows under His/Her/Their wreckable hands
waiting for the good guys, and singing of their dressings