I held each parcel -
An anxiety in itself

Next to the flame of
Organization calling for
Life to be spared, its spirit
Never to wane

Hot was the heat of
The group,

Their teeth
Glistening like the wild
Hounds of times trampling
The suburban wasteland of
Reaffirming adoration

I told myself lies in the tune
Of pop music, beer, liquor
And cigarettes made of the blood
Of plants and worker's I knew
Not the faces or name or where
They chose to come from

Please let me know
How the snow falls in
America this day, the way
It used to shine like diamonds,

How I used to believe in its
Mystery and its magic

Stories of lore were more
Than just a dream for me

A king of the tide, sand
Entrancing dogs whose paws
Dug at the dirt like friends
Behind their cash registers, on the run

Who make stilts out of willow sap
Swimming in the fortresses of nature
Following the ways of the world as
They heard that it once was there
Believing the present lays in the past

Shackling themselves to rocks
For ravens to pluck out beating heart
Beneath a beating sun that
Swore never to quit

A promise to the sky and
The moon whose nose leaks
Day in and day out
Blessing us with the fortune
Of a quick and easy annihilation

I am not beat, but
I have not won

The battle for my freedom
Can only be won by one