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there are times i confess
when i feel like an animal--
all wild wind and free fire--
at an ironic zoo.
if ever i meet the one
who put me here...
but that is not...for now
i pace my cramped, ugly cage
mine stands among many rows of cages
tourists wander past,
looking for exotic animals,
feeling safe on the other side of the bars,
not really noticing
my eyes following them
as they walk freely around my cage
these are all the things i understand.
but there is another.
he wears a crown that i helped make,
and his eyes say that he knows.
he stands outside and waits for me
to invite him to press himself
into my cage,
knowing fully that he will bleed
as bars push thorns into temples.