by Jerry Ratch
We slept beside dripping glaciers
people like us
We were never meant to be housed
contained, kept, petted, cleaned
We could only be gutted
You used us one time
and threw us out
people like us
We sprouted the wings of desire
by watching birds gain theirs
and waft away on the warm gust
We flew south, we flew west
nobody ever went east in recent memory
we moved north with the herd
and slept on the ground
beside dripping glaciers
and got wet with our enemy's blood
People like us never held a sickle
we never saw a pasture or a flock
The word for sheep had not been heard
or thought of or desired
When rivers rose, we left and fled
and never went backward
We never experienced an oven
Everything dripped blood around the fire
Cloth — who needed it?
Clothing, furs, rings, shoes?
These were for thieves, murderers
Politicians!
We were never forced to listen to one
our entire lives — think of it!
Because we were free
We were free at first light
and free at last
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Where do I sign up? Jerry, this is like a Viking's manifesto! I like like like.
You're just in time for the Viking revival, noted in the Wall Street Journal this week.
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Good imagery, Jerry. I like this piece.
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
I really like this Jerry. The language, the message, the “think of it!” - enjoyed it!