A Whole Life Living Poem by Dorsey Baker

Mouths of the demons multiplying
As fast as the roaches run
From the light
Serpents crowding
Upon the naked ground
Watching mortal bodies
As they
Slowly break down

The truth is unafraid
To be heard
Your hand holding
The fragile bird
Fallen from its formation
In a crystal clear blue sky
Too close to death
But it cannot die

Man is
Both weak and strong
Struggling and striving
His whole life long
A pebble upon the earth
And not a mountain mighty
Always in the chains of living
His whole world must
Always be!