Self Portrait
My hand hangs from the stirring wheel,
Insensible, to the mind noosed reasoning work
and nature’s clock repressing the other wrist of a confined ideal
My eyes declare thru the windshield an undemonstrative lurk
and conscience waterboarded by a stimulant
The faded, light and long strokes depict
A thinker stifled, suffering a long-term imprisonment
Do you believe in sacrifice for other’s freedom?
Do you accept scaling the entrails of your wisdom?
Alas! Valor mounted on black wings
A bird, ravenous, painted under the fender
If to live, is carried out in one who brings
Entertainment, from joy, by a creator
And food, a sour carcass as a chimera, held in claws
You should amuse to create with a craving appetite
Instilled the bird gored and digested the applause
Are you prepared to die for this continuance?
Are you willing to defend imagination’s allegiance?
Passion is a purple seed filled and fruitful heart
Sacrifice is death’s wishbone
My memorial, in remembrance, gifts the long part
The bird's thankless effort snaps off the short end to own
I enlists work under power of ball and chain
Which of the two will you fulfill?
And the bird evades an unbidden will of pain
Do you take this obligation freely?
Will you discharge this duty well and faithfully?
Copyright © Avian Hughes | Year Posted 2018
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