Is it my
             Neanderthal
that calls when I just act out in anger or does a being have no excuse at all
Or repentance or hail the saviour
In jail
Time makes for a witness a judge a jury
In the courtyard a robed statue holds a scale
Frozen marble but
Our thoughts entailed
As we adjust to morals forbidden
Desires peek out of shells like turtles
In the myths the fables a grand
Tale would be designed.
Here, walk along a street,
Rural, urban, you are alone.
The stone the feet tread ago were
Known.  A friend since near birth.
Our cities, square's. Our metropolises
Empty of the water and fill with fear.
And as we take step and stories told are reality so fear unfolds from a black shadow or noise a car wreck

Unfolding, slithered
And we get scared.
And thrown about bashed
Tattered torn hurt....
Whether we were in it .

Or not.

And do vision derides
Divisions and besides becomes fearful when the new calm overcomes the
Insanity.

I raise
Pigs.