Animal mission
When malls lay silent for Christmas
And ices matte the bridges and skyscrapers
Laughing at urgency
She says things in a mocking,
A receptive cockatoo ensigned in
Missions of reductions,
To look past,
Always past,
Around the backs of the naked pine trees
Which keep turning
As if to hide their plainness and
Who would be the new slow transfer,
To fumigate pride down an
Anthemic exit through the fingernails and
Turn off
The machine