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.
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