Humans
Chained by the past,
herded by the dangle,
you fight, wrestle, you wrangle
Each against the other.
You can’t be sister and brother.
You are unable to be love and lover.
You can't meet one another.
Less than, more than, it's your dead-end.
Your breath catches; a momentary bend,
You can’t find space to let go of the fright-end.
You can't hupotasso - each to append.
You can't be-loved [beloved].
One is human, one not enough,
One must be weaker, one must be tough.
You divide human qualities, no human trough.
To each garden you fail to attend.
You are caught by the same wind,
dangling unhinged.
Entangled together.
Chained.
Gutted.
Stripped...
of Flesh.
Dead.