i am a poet and still
i don’t comprehend these symbols
these missing hearts
and hours spent counting thimbles
i am perplexed by love
shall we seek herbs and remedies
lose ourselves in cures and compounds
must our inner territories be colonized
while we remain captivated by theories
struck down by doubt and insecurity
the mind wields no ammunition
and yet its cavalry has desecrated the land
without the slightest sign of inhibition
or a trace of empathy, justice or compassion
will we ever sign another peace treaty
the blessed earth is forgiven
and we are all her children
the sweet scent of spring
oh how our hearts do yearn for dancing
spend your dollars and your pennies
but give all your emptiness to the king
i eat oats and honey cooked on the fire
and you drink the golden liquid
that is known to satiate all of your desires