I bear a present witness to the face of misery and madness,
Tortured souls who across my eyes and sweep the soul aside,
Collectively to hide inside the anus of the body politic
Drenched in offal, horrified, the soul forgets itself
Remembering nothing of its shining, lofty ways upon the wind.
It weighs terrible and heavy, a constant painful witness to this misery and madness that
We embrace as “civilized”
But we are better than we are, and once we were
This pain deforms us, even as we hide in it
Oh, let it me a chrysalis and not a cage!
As we remember once again together our constant and true nature –
Forever Wild & Free
2009