Don't forget I’m
a naturalist
of
quarreling things
let
them carry on to get along
limited
as we are to this world
its
harsh and tender skies
but
I think we took nature somehow
a
wrong turn into ourselves
and
what works innocently
on the outside
not
so much on the inside see
where
we’re torn apart
and
flayed and lifted up
always
promising ourselves
just
one more middle passage.