Asses! Mules of dysfunction! Do you keep
Walking backwards to fool the masses? Weep,
Mankind, for you are dead. Unless, you see
You aren’t dead. Can it be that simple? Flee

Sad regrets, flake fortitude, be you… Have
You cleaned your future-gleaming-galore? Have
You predicted new reasons forsworn? Show
Me the bow of your back in accordance

To the book of You! Did you write this book?
Or, were you shorn of truth? Sapient book
Of devils, book of delight, song-filled book
Of sorrow’s delight, to me, You are Book.

Books of asses, books of Man, do you keep
Truth within yourself? Or, are you asleep?

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 4/8/06