in the reprieve of summer
we gathered like birds in the park
for a cause

i donated books to the library

a man with manufactured legs
walked his dog

the trees dying of thirst

in this land

we cannot live without

our causes 

a great many flock behind 

the ones who stand

in front



i lost my voice

miles from shore i

had no choice

the old rage and confusion 

the sadness yes i took the bait

jitterbugs 9 hooks

tore my belly up

i ran the line out to its end i

clean broke that red devil

flash! in the air

you ain’t never gonna

catch me