The Good Savage

cut me

take me by the roots

don't leave anything

except the empty earth

I'm a burning tree

I'm a killing lion

I'm your gun pounder

your motors rowing

I'm the wind blowing

the flame sprouting

the ambulance running

and the dead savage

Realizing

realizing is a game

mine and yours

we play while we be

while we feel we are comfortable

choosing what we choose

thinking what we think

I try to go

I try to turn

and it's a joke

I try to run

I try undone

but thats not it

I try to close

and break the bones

doing the freak

I'm opening my eyes

I'm seeing wide open

seems the first time in a season of horror

Screaming my name

I do not feel insane

I am free from condemning