little cactus, little cactus,
you armoured yourself in thorns,
you ran away to claim a wasteland throne,
your wounds. stand tall. you hid your well
of sap. now swarms of flies
herald your coronation, lizards
lay out blue tongues, and shadows thicken
like court gossip.
you sheltered your soft innards from the cruel sun.
on the eve of your rule, you pull out,
needle by needle, your crown