art by Judy Zhao, words by Sarayu Kurra
evolution
an enclosure
brown with silence
concealing the shimmer above
they coil and writhe to wriggle free
to transform from a creature of
hatred
embers buried deep
for a foot for an arm and an arm for a foot
neither would one want to keep
if only the world were
a home
green with symphony
sleeping with flies that understand
a thirst satiated by company
and a starvation that fades with
love.
