Natural order

You think me an excess of his order
My flight tucked under his arm
Wind deadened by this rag

How you mock him and despise him
His misplaced husbandry
I bet he drives an SUV

How removed he must be
From the rhythm of the earth
The creatureliness of creatures

Creationist, flat earther
How very opposite you find us
Power. Submission

Nature. Artifice
But watcher I would rather him
Rather him than you

It's the cleanness see
he does because he can
I see us as we are

Wild bows to wild
His hand on my belly
My eye on his eyes