One day I will bathe in piss-polluted river water
And claim to be closer to god. I will dance
Naked and barefoot in the forest,
Under a pale moon, ignoring the biting chill,
The rocks and sticks that penetrate my soles.
I will pretend to be one with the unseen spirits
Of the night–the faeries that carry pneumonia
On their wings–and the sprites of poison needles.
I will hug nature, become one with this Earth
Which seems indirectly bent on my destruction.
At least its behavior is done impassively, without malice.
The same cannot be said about human society,
Which wears its prejudice like a purple robe,
Its greed like sparkling crowns of gold.
A. J. Hayes
Give a poet a pen