Self Containment Poem by DM W

O I do not trust the pious or the Pharisees.
I don't admire smug born again wannabees.
I tend to be drawn to those whose souls burn with passion,
And to those who are not swayed by fleeting fashions.
I'm for the sheer oneness of verdant Creation.
I've precious little time for petty tribes and factions.
I am for small, but fruitful, plots of land and light:
That shall endure, despite the threats, of dreadful night.