Species of the Cities

Often it’s more to do with prestige than it is riches,

less material and more wishes.

 

Often it’s about fear, but sometimes also kisses,

masking tears in stitches.

 

And as winter approaches this southern tip

we cover our cold hearts with fleeces:

little lambs facing what the rain and cold inflict

right next to these windy beaches.

 

And when we tire of being alone

we huddle around the fire,

eyes looking through the wine glasses

on cold lips.

 

Babies are born

and homes made

to raise this slowly cold-becoming species.

Written by: Heath Muchena