Poem7.2006 -- The Ranks of Mankind
Oh I dream of an uninterrupted beautiful feast that might
Be my future that will put an end to that infernal night
That has constituted the past
But will it last nothing lasts except the hunger for it
And I forage like an animal of the field
Only seeing what lies at my feet
Oh my how I wish to put behind me all the pain
Lowering in the field like a beast replete with yoke and whip
Traveling yet again down the self-same row sowing
The same seeds Oh my how I wish to grow into something
Wild and exotic with colors and glorious perfumes
I know you have seen me before in all my different forms
With inanimate faces here in the rarefied air of hope that
Hopefully configures change and moves toward compromise
With those too-close demons who promised protection once
And now awaken me with their midnight nonsense yes I still
See myself as that created being without the language necessary
To put order to my world with spoken words and I ask to be fed
Instead of picking up the spoon
I know these things
I kind of dread the hour of awakening which puts me in the
Ranks of mankind after all and yet I know each time I go to sleep
The wakening grows nearer
Carolyn
