Spring Awakens
I hate these muddy springtime season dawns,
as Spring awakens passions long submerged
beneath the tundra, chemically urged
by every breath of nature: breeding pawns.
And yet, these buried passions move in me
just as they prod my fellow man forlorn;
These people stumble, love-wracked, war-torn,
in search of something most will never see.
Fear not, for nature conquers hope as well
of ending nature’s bio-tyranny
to issue forth an endless symphony
of shrieking babes: new stock, fresh souls to sell.
The Spring inspires a soul to long harder.
Each Spring insists I become a martyr.