Upon blond stripes
Lie silken hooves
With ripe and gutted cherubs

Upon blond stripes
Rinse molten flecks
The Satan shakes of corporate vest
The cubic keys beneath beaten fingers and
Stinging needles in women painted

Upon blond stripes
Curls burning bible
Crestfallen to dust against a glistening tongue

Upon blond stripes
Belched mountain laughter
Shattered across
Surgical steel

Upon blond stripes
Children slept with sagging disaster and heaved
Trashcan embryos
In giggling rage
While

Under blond stripes
The lids close sewn
Deaf to the death of unbroken bones

there was a little zebra he was very sad
he had lost his stripes the only ones he had
while walking through the jungle with teardrops in his eye
spotted spy  a fairy who was nearby
she had watched him crying as tears rolled down his face
a zebra without stripes was completely out of place
fairy she had powers and spells that she could cast
she waved her magic wand the stripes were back at last
zebra he was happy his stripes were there once more
now he was complete again like he was before