Breeding Governance

Haikus

Field spread before law
now the Council clears its throat
far too late to help

Mascots, humans, both?
memo asks the wrong late things
ink smells faintly scared

Footnote became field
field became a social fact now
policy limps in

Governance vacuum
warm enough for customs to root
through the docket floor

Can one opt for bred
instead of deployed elsewhere
grim sentence, true age

Council chamber hums
around one impossible form
nobody jokes now

The field grew a spine
while the rules were still asleep
that is how it goes

Late policy hands
try to cup a moving thing
already breathing

When the weird request
feels safer than the straight one
the system is sick

Vacuum in the law
vacuum in the conscience too
paper knows both drafts