On the wet day
we wake
& breath the heat
of a hidden sun.
Prepare your knives,
your axes
& rusted files for the
sharp, boned edges;
We are going on a hunt.

Pillage the women
& rape the town
of its sweet
supple
innocence
so we may breathe
in the light
of another day,
so sayeth
the Creator of Leadership.

We are to find
the place
where the great eye of the night
perches
its roots
to watch our humanity
slowly escape us
in our search
for a life we don't,
can't,
realize
we are already living.

This is our time
& we are the people.
Pick up
your child,
man.
Lead him thru the vast field
of life
& show him
peace
that could be
& the opposites that are;
Let him go w/ an opinion.
When this is done,
bring him to the
cliff's edge
& decide for yourself
what the future
is worth.