City of the Prairie

Sometimes you think,
to yourself

I want to feel everything, see, be and taste everything.
I want to see past the facades of people
of their fears, and vulnerabilities
their deaths and lives of delusion.
Just like mine.

I want to be in that moment,
in the lights of their eyes
outside myself
and inside the lucidity of the endless dreaming tale.

The truth of humanity,
and really Living.

But,
when you see into the faces bloody,
their limbs ripped apart and dehumanized
their decency and divinity
torn asunder
and see nothing but shame in their eyes,
for you.
For us, and our desperate naive need to know them.

They say "go home, child".
"They've made clowns of us all".
Put your words away.
The world has beaten the skins of tender hearts to hell.

We make ourselves to look like fools,
and they suffer for it.
While the sun sets every night.

Nothing left to do,
but takes notes by your lonesome,
know truth and love as far as you can grasp at it.
And thank your lucky stars, that
they've not come for us yet.

~ M. Lucia