Tame
Tame is life homogenized into
Sameness, dull conformity.
Each city, a blueprint,
Not a fingerprint.
Mom and Pop bakers
Fired for standard fare everywhere.
Each street, the same fascades.
Each house, the same architect.
The unique, bullied
Into stock, chattel to Tame.
Tame makes a cage for
The Divine Feminine.
Work, the same tedious routine
Of manageable acts.
Colors, estranged by hue
And forbidden to touch.
Fear speaks Tame,
The language of the banal,
The literal.
The word of Tame
Must not be broken,
Lest one is shunned.
Yet no forest is tame.
A path must still be forged, but
Is easily consumed by Gaia.
Gaia raised weeds,
And roses can be wild.
Trapping rivers is
Unnatural.
Tigers make hungry pets.
Cancer defies the healer.
Dogs are still wolves.
Hummingbirds seek our nectar, but are
Elusive to our touch.
Hives are still dying in our care.
Laws are illusory templates left to interpretation.
Even God’s laws cannot tame.
We still have enemies who cannot be
Brought to their knees
By guns and bombs.
Life is an illusion
Enslaved to Fear,
To Tame.
Copyright© 2017/10/10 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
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