City Dwellers

City Dwellers
by Trisha Jarabelo

A part of the cycle, of loops unnoticed
Yet restraining dumbfound loyalty
To a spring that fizzed, to a throne that is latticed
To the wrong hand, to a false majesty

For thy is a point in an endless Cartesian
Not in a segment nor in a cube
But a tune of a devoted musician
A simply sophisticated hymn of a rube

The little ones go after the fowl
Not to serve it but the other way around
It is her duty to screen them from marauder’s growl
To keep them safe, integral and bound

I pledge fidelity, not to my country
Not even to Gaea but to the end of infinity