Trampede

I strummed the chords of the vocal type

plucked the strings of a puppet's life

minstrel laments of unspoken words

praying to saints that this martyr be heard

your soul is the night sky

your eyes, the typhoon

your hands are a rhyme

and your song, the unsung loon.

black and white walks to a home near the tree

in the flood of heat-drowned June

"held on as tightly as you held onto me"

"you are an animal angry from ignorance

in a zoo, to be seen but never felt

Chained and barred with barbed wire fence

to be contained but never held."

But the frequency has always been too high

until he heard my silence

so i'll pull down the night sky

as you clutch your ears with science

The loon turned to weather and smiled upon the day

the petting zoo caught illness

Summer returned and flew away

and trampled through the stillness.