Teach me to write carefull
on the brain of the carefilled
for i, who not equall in this match
dare not lit a match in a dry field.
Tell me how best to inscribe DO NOT GO
on the feet of he who knows his way
for i a chicken
i cant teach eagles the language of the wind.
You know when a teeth breaks a bone
it flings a handshake with the stone
not knowing that all gods were men
but not all men will be gods.
He should have known
yes he was told
but he didnt the signs heed
for he was the fortunate.
I said he was told
the owl last night didnt cry
the forest wolf refused howl
and the morning birds didnt chip.
What other language did he need
he who dinned with spirits
should know the colour of their smile.
I said he was told
but didnt heed
you should know the pride of a made up mind,
he who knows a route
will ply it at night.
And from thus
i came to learn
that when the earth is angry with a man
she will let you know that even the tress and mountains stand on Her,
of a truth
when the earth is angered by a man's deeds
then will you know
there is no hiding place even for the wind.
Thanks for reading
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