He have been forced to be happy
with the loveliest robot deer in the whole world
and now he am condemned to stay on this planet
with all him pathetic lifetimes
walking arm-in-arm right behind him,
in a long row.
She too have been forced to be happy
by brutal music from the necks
of those who surround her, him with each arm
extended toward a grove of grey tea.
They're the lovemakings; the tender
nesses floating just above cool grass in a blue fire,