Squirrel rainbow

Squirrel Rainbow

Tied down to a tree, a squirrel enhances its beauty gradually.
I stare at it infinitely, and it looks at me with questioning eyes.
The jewel in its stare, glares at me with walnuts and pointing upwards.
I know there is a stairway building up somewhere, but I don't
know how to access it, it's like a silver ghetto, gleaming
along the railway, coins trailing along the squirrel's rotten
teeth, but nothing stops it from munching on its chains.
I long to see the sun, behind the clouds, turn up no rain,
no rain, because oppression is what keeps this poor creature
from seeing all the walnuts it wants. The rainbow drips down,
and I wonder, why can't the squirrel hide, hide away, just for a day?
But I am done, with this dust pan, and I dribble sorcerers, into
the clay, that I am molding, for a pixie- that will help everyone
feed the animals that are being slaughtered, walnuts-
so they will no longer be punctured between their eyes,
for our teeth to puncture between their membranes, just for
our stomach juices to penetrate green acid between their
eyes, that once were eyes, tied to a tree, why do we do this?
Why do we let the rainbow drip? How can we take away
so many walnuts? Because we need to skip, without
the chains becoming heavy, where do the chains come from?
Too many dripping rainbows, I say. Yes, that's what I say.