Mated

When marigolds fall from your pores
And magpies burst from your throat
You will be speaking in future tongues
You will be wearing a backwards coat
And we will be mated

When you are sitting unaware
Tracing circles in the air
And if they spin upon their axes
And blossom into spheres
Then we will be mated

On the scalp of the sun
We will find a sign inscribed
Of the triple genitalia
As if to remind us
That we will be mated

When our children resort to lies
When Baltimore begins to rise
When you hear the inhuman cries
Do not avert your eyes
We will be mated.