Cocoon
Wrapped
In a blanket of dark cold fog
Wrapped, safe and warm and smothered in kisses
Is it love, hate, or only destruction?
Wrapped
Safe from pain — fear — danger
Or exposed, vulnerable
To the reconstruction projects planned by wasteful committees
Giving off the stinking stench of complaints
The nose always knows
Can you hear it?
The ears ache from years of decay
Ironically, our wisdom comes from broken things
The wisdom that can fix it
My Cocoon
Metamorphosis
Implies a beginning and an end
Traveling through a remodel
The clay from Creation is shaped, molded
Still, we return to the dust from which we came
Blowing away on the dark, stormy night winds
Which
Influence
Models for us, teaches us, controls us?
Like a dangerous, cold, dark and fearful dictator with a strong unyielding will of iron...
In the ruins, we find the bones of the courageous
Backbone of a hero
Archeologists dig backward from our fat, unhealthy, lazy and comforting
Technology of change
Which prestigious college produced your poor, flashy, expensive doctor?
Filling your mouth with the bad-tasting medicine
What’s your sickness?
From the paper, the pen speaks words that are sharper than the sword
Cutting, bleeding, clotting, healing
Cleaning the dirty pile of soil around my
Cocoon.