The day we brought you home
There was a storm.
The sky grew black as night, thunder shook,
Like pages in a ghostly horror book.
Cleopatra’s Needle threads the earth at noon
Through the warm gaze of the eye of the sun.
I look into the sky and see your face
And think somehow the world is kept in place
My bags are packed, I’m ready
And heading for the door,
Where I will once again become,
The nothing I was before.
Beneath this civil surface
There’s someone you can’t see
He’s the howling, growling monster,
The wild man in me.