E. Kyle Hammond

Restless Rebel

I am not content
To share the timeless tomb
With all the world--
To be tread upon,
Nor shoved aside
By metal monsters
Of industrial progress;
Nor rest in muck,
Nor be the sorry sight
Of half a man!

When gone heartbeat and breath
And ash supplants my form,
I want to ride the storms
That go howling down the labyrinths
Of an ageless world--
Thrill to their mad frenzy,
Warmed by the lightning's flash
And feel near crash of thunder--
Nor be afraid!

Make tenuous trips
Through tiny twirls of atoms,
Then the ...