three monkeys sit in a tree
watching men walk past
like me

the sun a matter of opinion
the moon a subject of discourse
the monkeys all agree
it really could be worse

three monkeys sit upon a stone
watching men like me
alone

the road an essay on the past
the field a poem of future’s dreams
the monkeys all agree
this isn’t what it seems

three monkeys sit upon the dirt
watching men writhing like me
hurt