Poemdog

Dogs 2018

TORN FROM BONE
(8/15/18)

many of us
have lost touch
with what
we are

have become
separated
from those
primal instincts
that kept us alive
for millions
of years

that
dominated
our existence
before
we began
to clan together

before
we began
to organize

when the fear
of having our flesh
ripped away
every time
that we
ventured out
to hunt

to gather

was at the
crest
of our consciousness

our priorities
have shifted
drastically

ridiculously
in most cases

away
from the basics

toward
those frivolous
surfaces
of society

unless
we are upon
the battlefields

or homeless
upon
the streets

we have
forgotten
what it is like
to suffer

to survive

every once
in awhile
we think
that we have
it bad

but the
vast majority
of time
we are
mistaken

we are
soft

we were
meant
for greater
things

to be
miracles

to be
children
of God

instead
we wait
for the next
sale