Close your ears with tender flesh,
Take up steel or wood afresh,
Or don the plot, once loved, now worn,
And let its weight your form adorn.
Hear them speak — all truths, no lies,
No deceit — the arc of tusks cuts skies.
A soul laughs, caged, awaiting the feast,
Fumbling forward, seeking release,
Probing the void for a touch of wonder,
While things grow loud, and voices thunder.
Thrown to asphalt, abandoned, ignored,
Cast into mouths that once roared.
Another tongue, fierce, invades the air,
Its borrowed words a jarring flare.
Run, hurry, human — don’t delay!
Friends will lift you without pay,
Though worn and bloodied, your course unsure,
A hostage bound by bonds impure.
Time’s wild whirlwinds care not for faces,
Ignoring cries in empty spaces.
Colors drip on concrete bare,
And roots crack soil, their pleas laid bare,
For those who trample masks and grieve,
Yet fail to see, to feel, believe.
Then light will shriek through fractured night,
A spiral snaps, its fire bites.
A scorching beam will sear and pierce,
The flesh of fate, both cruel and fierce.
Hey, human! — You’ve lived through eras vast,
With thirst that burned from first to last.
So pause, and breathe, and take your time —
Live on, live more, while you still climb!
