Man Vs Wild Words

If I am but a man, then be it so. And I eat strength and breathe fallibility. But I confess, to be man is a gift by one name and burden by another. Heartbeat and fresh flesh is my honor. And still, I weep for my bleeding core that proves so fragile. For I am beast with evolved morality, fish with lung, and bird with broken wing. Tamed by that which drove Romeo and twisted Hitler. Love and Hate. And love do I the beauty of hatred seen, examined, and understood. Between the poet and the sleeping lion lies my identity. Intact and scarred. So if I be man, then drench my brow with sweat, break my back with labor, but layer my tongue with stanzas that burst free and drip from my lips like honey! And with that identity, I shall yawp with barbaric thunder and scream my mortality from the highest mountain. With Pride!