All the unspoken dignity and pride--
An undercurrent regime
Lie as flat as if death zoomed by
Tilting its head back and forth.
A withered hand grasps the cloak
Of a murdereous traiter,
Why challenge death so unloved
So untouched by feelings?
You think those new wire fences
Or that pitbull on the loose
Are your shields...your guardians
Against a pitiful fall
You think the world is another chess
Played with a hidden skill
And soft silks or laces are for those
Who has conquered all defenses?
A football resistance or soccer foul
Life is more than fame--
Empty out your earth-baked pots
What little you have left
No heart or soul to spare a coin
No leftover love to pour
Your pot may be made of diamonds
Yet your daisies remain in
