They breath the morning mist
And rise from muck and cabbages
Flexing freedom
With the agile quietude
That is the manifestation of nature
To rumble
and take –
without regard to any other
but hunger's reaping pain
Is that a revelation of God?
To recognize the higher power
In the bottom of your belly
To offer it food
And quench His angry wrath
To breath the morning mist
And rise from muck and cabbages
To worship and pray
And leave you tasteless,
Useless... swollen tongue
They breath the morning mist
And rise from muck and cabbages
To sit on wooden chairs
Armed with forks and knives
Or tusks grown so long and gnarly,
They rip the ground for morsels
Driving in their cars
Shopping in the isles
Digging beneath the fallen leaves
Flavors in the mud
Burgers on the run
Stomping and sleuthing the underbrush
Rutting for gems and flavors
Snorting and clawing with cloven hoof
Those objects of desire:
Fast cars, money and women
Mud, slop and truffles,
Acrid snuff,
Shot to the brain…
They breath the morning mist
And rise from muck and cabbages
