Guard Dogs and Dragoons

you must speak.
if you can see words
then you must speak them
and by doing so cut the chains
that bind them to hieroglyphs,
stone tablets, and whitewashed laws.
you must push them into the air
that circles and circulates,
hunts and haunts the dogged mind.
you must shovel fire,
columns of beration.
you must create peace out of war,
conflict out of irony,
life out of death.
this, is the destiny of the writer.
to face hell and touch heaven,
and never know the difference.