​i rallied

against

climbing

into trees

for fun.

i felt as if

the birds would

be uncomfortable

with large beings,

climbing

their homes.

i rallied in

spite of

manure and

roots that

stuck out

near the

stump, a

dead baby bird

lay rest on

a branch,

his bones

showing how

height

claimed him

and how weak

wings prove

the undeveloped

need more attention.

i rallied against

sky scrapers

with fervent

corruption,

entrenched

racism and

occupied

knuckles

that made

bruises look

like a stop

sign.