Into the wild

Should the wild retreat

In the face of the

Good, the lived, the

Civil understood as a 

Paen to sadness and

Tragedy unending.

Should the fierce send

Itself deep into sleep

Rest now and forever

For its sins yet

Unknown but forgotten

By a world bare awake.

Where is the wonder, the

Joy and the freedom, the

Madness of yawping at

The dark distant moonlight

Crackling on sticks in

The dry forest.

What has become of the

Spirit unbending that would

Take over the world

In its splendour, it crazy

It magical insistent

Unbecoming.

Eyes that flicker shut

Can they yet be blazened

Open, can these fingers

Stretch forth and grasp anew.

Can the tamed become lived,

The structured disordered in

Its own way, its truth

From the false alignment.

Is there hope for this soul

To find its fierce journey, to

Roam out beyond the

Fear stricken pallisade.

I don't know, because it's

Wild, you see, it will

Live as it chooses

And so die.