For That Master.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you are giving what we do not need
and so of course we discard it
for what use are your grass to our sea
what relevance is your cloud to our cave
your flowers do not thrive
on the deepest part of our seas
we claim no kingdom
so what is the use of your slaves and serfs
and soldiers
and lances and carriages?

stop all these
we have long ceased to be a path to your discourses
did we not tell you that we descend from the spirits of the winds?
there is no use now
we have long set ourselves free
your golden chains
that made us sing for freedom
we have given
to the pillars
now you must own them
as you are bound