Haiku

I saw the best mimes
of my generation make
walls using their hands

Monarch butterflies
mate on the grade school blacktop--
the future, assured 

They fed us like kings--
that spread would have fit right in
at the Bastille

He preached personal
responsibility as
he evaded it

There is no anger
more righteous than that of the
willfully ignorant

Driven from his home
the sea lion comes ashore;
silent accusation