Evict

“Where are you going?”, they ask
Averted eyes point to the sky
Xerophytes with firmer grasps than me
Forecast futures within stones throw

“What shade of gilded cage would you prefer?”
Demands tinnitus, gaslit burnt bridges light the way
I’m left behind alone to gild the cactus
To grow a tree under whose shade I’ll die yet not escape

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