A few words for myself tonight, to remind me that Washington may have lost most of the battles but still won our independence through keeping his army together and hope alive.
When logic's blood blooms from the practiced barb
And stands half blind and blinking behind bewildered rage
And human eyes, the crowd of human eyes, look out like a ring of dogs
Waiting, panting, watching for the fear to rise like a blinding fog
And throw the horns of the heart into the color of dread
Against the onset of mindful, meditating, sadistic ends
And rampage like the captive; sweating and alone
And remember the wounds of the flesh more readily mend.