Grownups, who were you, spit from flamingo-
Stoned dawns. The mercury of windblown cheeks

Your tongue raised a child’s imprimatur

Shouted from sun-sobered teeter-totters
Toward the letting go of little gods

Who eat their weight in time & claw through sand
Freshly raked of the used rubbers & butts

& currencies of gone peoples sucked down

The retroactive night. Who eat their weight
In sand & claw through time. Take a lesson
From kids left to monkey bars & saddled

Dinosaurs & squeal your pudding head off —