Ninja Finches Poem by Cee Bea

It is about hierarchy
in matters of the mind
snapshots, origin, density, rank…modified dates
But it Has to hold water, if I may be so colloquial

and everything has color

we think technology changes?
it is man

our inner evolution
races now with the speed of light.
you can
almost
feel it.


in many ways, you fed me
help find my tempest
fed it, nurtured the obvious.

so maybe it is only apropos
to the Ninja finches, or the lawn doohickeys
that after a long day, its metal or flesh
and thats all they need to know.