All shadows in the world are screams
and like stones plopped in water,
they form consecutive rings,
each one becoming wider than the next
until it’s hard to hear anything else.
Tell me who wears a crown around here—
I’ll show you my Graveler
who sees obstacles as a hill of beans.
This is one of those turnkey times
when a single Geodude, transbending
as a striated rock, can only intercept
a sword headed straight for the jelly beans,
and for us in the retching,
we bleed, we bleed.