Intestines in trees and the births
of stars. These are my witnessings
on the Occupy savannah. So much brutal
beauty and belly breathing I can’t digest.
It’s a giraffe in traffic,
can’t get out of her own way.
And even with this stuck flow
Wall Street should be very afraid.
A giraffe in traffic is not on the payroll,
not towing your barge, not plugged in.
And a giraffe in traffic has
everyone’s attention.
Wren Tuatha’s poetry has appeared or is upcoming in The Cafe Review, Canary, Peacock Journal, Poetry Pacific, Coachella Review, Arsenic Lobster, Baltimore Review, Pirene’s Fountain, Loch Raven Review, Clover, Lavender Review, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, and Bangalore Review. She’s the founder and editor of Califragile and also an editor at PoetryCircle. Wren and her partner, author/activist C.T. Lawrence Butler, herd skeptical goats on a mountain in California.
