Foxes
Updated: Jan 8, 2021

Foxes
Foxes Foxes
so toxic, toxic
armed with measured brute and sweet moxy
hiding in pretty little boxes
Vines vines.
so fine, fine
link for spirit and body-of-mine
black, white and curly heav’nly lines
Food food
so crude, crude
tasked with thought, will and heart-mood
foxes eat vines because they could--could
Heart Heart
so smart, smart
friend of whim; toxic, fine, crude darts
from hidden dark foxes in a World-cart
Toxic foxes hide, eat fine vines
disguised as crude food for the smart heart
Toxic foxes hide in pretty lil’ boxes-
paper, plastic, metal, sarcastic,
imaginary, simple, terrible, ripples-
disguised as inhabitants of our world-cart
hide in obvious and secret places
shoot terrible, heĺlish darts
That’s just how toxic foxes are
©2020 by Ayo Okikiolu.
Context:
This poem is about the sort of toxic things, deeds, and people that can poison our hearts and soul.