Eight

Eight - Ghostlimb

Our bodies talk and we listen

Of inopportune and forced decisions

They'd disinfect and darkness scrub clean

But it's all over the air and under sheets

You say the very fiber my emotion is suspect

And I say the very basis of

You neglect

Of anyone who disagrees or

Follows a path distinctively

While you indulge the limbs

Of dismembered poets

With no cultural or temporal context

And where the ruts in your mind

Wreathed in glowing light

Are accepted

Are accepted

Where our progeny live on

To see the long unset sun of injustice

Dignity is not yours for the taking

For the taking

Dignity is not yours for the taking