man is the animal

man is the animal

light a candle, light a candle

spraypaint hearts on brick walls and the foreheads of those who would kill

death comes, death comes

is there a white light? is it a black void?

my death will come too and i won’t have a say in it

i don’t want a say in it

birds painted on the flesh come to life and fly free

birds escape from my wounds and return as falling snow

angels are mathematical, man is the animal

angels carry their own candles

man burns his hands

i detest war

i hate empty platitudes like "support our troops"

i don't believe that you can defend my freedom while working for those who wish to take it away

those three lines were spoken by another but state it better than i ever could

we kill, we kill, we kill

man is the animal

what saves a heart? what creates a heart?

rub a little dirt in the blood

it’s no longer possible to hide in the forests, they are almost gone

every tribe starts out in love

tribe of one, tribe of many

tribe of hearts

a pulsing heart feels so strange in cold hands

galaxies are born out of violence

the universe was born in violence

humanity is the universe seeing itself, the first evolutionary step

can we give birth without violence?

who defines the cleansing aspects of destruction?

man is the animal

a cool drink of water to each killer

lay them down in a circle of hearts

give them more than one book

point out the stars whose light is only now reaching us

we are all travelers

we are all tired

we are all tribe

man is the animal

--11/13/15