'38

Thirty-eight
Men or man matters not to me
I feel my members shake
controlled within me

I stir the currents gently
Each synapse selected with certainty
and safely

Watch as I elevate
Light wraps its fingers around my face
I've seen a decade unfold
so how could I ever unfold?

Oh how it chafes, direction
I crave my own selection
A beast, a horn, a measured time
a change of course, a measured mind

I take my medicine
Swallow hard, keep it down
keep it up.

Watch as I elevate
Dawn as is usually the case
I awake and kiss the cold ground
We found our face and laid our guns down
But we stick to our guns now

Oh how it chafes, direction
I crave my own selection
A beast, a horn, a measured time
a change of course, a measured mind

Thirty-eight
Men or man matters not to me
I feel my members change
to stone within me


copyright 2012 Tom Moore