for Ocean <br /> <br />The animal we are <br />reserves just rights <br />to complain - <br /> <br />empty bellies, <br />encroached territories, <br />crotch urgencies, <br />skin withers, <br />fur falls - <br /> <br />brittle goes the bone, <br />so small the gathered human corners, <br />so great the needed mercies. <br /> <br />We must not dishonor <br />the animal we are. <br />We fight for blood right, <br />birth right, some bread, <br />a place to lie down <br />with kindred beings. <br /> <br />A patch beside a stream, <br />a doll house street, <br />sweat-and-blood won, <br /> <br />proclaims a personal kingdom. <br /> <br />Listen now. <br /> <br />Milky or Muddy Ways <br />somewhere require stunning loss. <br /> <br />We are falling, <br />battered lips praising <br />still. <br /> <br />We have <br />witnessed, <br />yes, <br />cracked <br />all this. <br /> <br />With a kiss <br />love in the crush <br />and crank is <br /> <br />sealed.<br /><br />Warren Falcon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brittle-goes-the-bone/
