In the old back woods
we watched him lay to see
his soul before the world
in this captivity.
In the old back woods
he spoke a language be
in mumblings incoherent
to be as he should be.
A rag, a bone and hair
he shrank two sizes, three
and scampered underneath
the leaves among the tree.
His eyes so beady blackened
he still could stare at me
and he led his army onward
to make the putrid flee.
A tail so long and mangy
flipped two and fro in glee as
he motioned for his cousins
to chant the words of we…
in order to be free.