Design For The Lid Of Pandora's Box

Anger was in love with the world for Delacroix —
Never enough violence.
Precarious little land of plenty.

When the dirt is just dirt and
We are human again.
Which wild animal stays in the cage

Tonight so the baby can sleep?
Precise to the heart
We lived inside until the lid

Ripped off. Out came the sequoias, forsaken.
I am on the wrong side of history wanting
To have a child of fur or feathers.