wind ushers in cold moon
shoes dangle freely and abandoned
laces hang from wire

gold chain
on neck of young lion
on nights when cold met the anguish of Mashu

on weekend special, emabeshini
on princes and their cold castles
daughters of Brenda leave with royalty

lion will sleep only less viscous
weight of chain
growing on the neck
young neck will not rest easy

blow of cold wind
leaves young pockets broke
young lion prays with a fools hope
for

chains to break alongside sunrise