High Up the Mountains, Locked Behind the Gates
High up the mountains, locked behind the gates
It is self-sufficient, almost self-sufficient
The sick seek solace,
But where is the hospital?
Self-abandoned, the dwellers are completely satisfied, they do not live in squalor,
Accepting of the cleam filth, poor lavishness, they like it
Rocks and stones to keep kids distracted
Hit the birds, hit the dogs, hit the bullies, hit your parents
Mothers' in bed
Down below the yards, is the view of photosynthesis
Surrounding dirty playgrounds
My ears absorb the tiny kids with their big laughter
Big falls, big cries, big hugs embedded in the
Gossamerry greens
Every box is a hidden surprise.
Ice-cream, juice, or fish with cholera
Every house is the same to the eyes, rough peach concrete walls and year round Christmas lights
Neighborly love disguised by the neighbors' screams
Breezes
High up the mountains, locked behind the gates
It is self-sufficient, almost self-sufficient
The sick seek solace,
But where is the hospital?