POWER
A Song of Self
Daniel R. Risacher

WRAPPED  IN  THE  HIDE  OF  AN  ANIMAL
WHICH  WAS  CAUGHT  AND  KILLED  FOR  ME  ALONE
I  HURTLE  ACROSS  THE  LAND
FLEETER  THAN  THE  SWIFTEST  BEAST
AND  TRAINED  TO  THE  MOST  EXQUISITE  TOUCH
THE  IMMENSE  POWER  OF  A  MACHINE  PURRS,
WROUGHT  FROM  MINDS  AND  METAL
 
 
MY  DEATH,  MY  LIFE,  MY  JOY,  MY  PAIN
EACH  TAKE  THE  EQUAL  MEANING
OF  WISPS  OF  SMOKE  IN  THE  AUTUMN  SKY
OR  FETID  ROT  IN  CITY  STREETS
THERE  IS  NO  MEANING  IN  THIS  PLACE
SAVE  WHAT  I  BEAR  MYSELF
 
 
NO  POWER  OF  GOOD  RESTRAINS  ME
NO  EVIL  POINTS  MY  WAY 
NOR  ANY  BINDING  FORCE  CAN  HOLD
AN  EAGLE  IN  ITS  HAND
THIS  THING  IS  MINE  WHICH  GIVES  ME  HOPE
THESE  POWERS  ALL  MINE  OWN
 
 
Today  is  The  Day  of  No  Judgement
Tonight  -  The  Night  of  Freedom