A maze

of what

and why

and when

and the string

you follow

to the answer

within

like geese from the sky,

plummeting, twirling

angling herbs into

the remotest sad belly

capsule launched and arrived

now opens to free

the fast little balls

The powder packed in bullets

has settled in our cereal.

There’s popping and there’s crunching

and milk to wash it down.

Sorry, but

having kids

and loving you,

chips,

is like coming late

and pulling the leg

of the nearest wild dog.

You should see him

when he snarls.