i sat in the car
in a parking garage
as they took the bull statue off
the flat bed
a group of workers
in orange safety vests
watched
as the forklift driver
slowly set it on the ground
the sky was dark above
the wind beginning its howls
the air conditioner
was blowing higher
than necessary
but i tend to run hot
and prefer
to be cool
as the condensation beaded up
on the windows
i just watched them maneuver
the bull
into place
then hastily hide
any sign they had been there
as if they were fairies
that made bulls
pop up
all over the four block area

for every love that dies a fairy plants a bull statue and soon the whole fucking city will be buried

good riddance