You are a fox, and
Not the fox
Of the blue fox’s tale,
You are a planned blue fox.
When your feathers grow,
Dye it blue, and leave
The known faces in the lurch,
And become a hero
Their sufferings, cries
Do not touch you, or
make you weep or anguished,
Nor does your kindness kindle
Live on the flesh of your kinsfolk,
Keep your soul adrift in joy
Forget your acquaintances and
Look away from the poor, the needy
You are a fox, and
Not the fox
Of the blue fox’s tale,
You are a planned blue fox.
