Unkie, my friend or foe
At night with a pin he'd stick me
So he said; in his bed
With him I did not sleep
Had my own bed_no dread
Unkie, my friend or foe
Had a curved walking cane
One hand was unusable
He had harsh attitude
He's so confusable
Unkie, my friend or foe
He had a bad sore leg
He got burned in a wreck
Running his homemade shine
That was his one paycheck
Unkie, my friend or foe
Could be soft and loving
Helped me out of the swamp
When the swamp monster ate
My shoes__ socks with one chomp
Tears in my eyes...
Sniffs I do.
Onions I cut not
Nor was I flogged...
Yet ceaselessly they flowed...
At my life I looked
All around me I see...
Things...
Unspeakable
Confusable
Unthinkable
Unfathomable
Eye catching
Heart breaking
Head banging
Life claiming
Morale crushing...
Nothing so positive
More negative...
Here we did ourselves...
We wound ourselves
In this tight angle
Like a silk worm
In its cocoon...
Like a spider with its webs...
Now we have ourselves
To blame...
Ourselves to relief
Of the burden
We placed on heads...
Ourselves to loosen
The webs we wove...
How do we do it?
I know not...
All I know is
It begins with me....
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