Wings

God forbid I live alone!
God forbid I fill my life with joys outside myself.
God forbid I wake
With a sigh
As I lie
And rise
And fall
And wait
And wait
And wait to fly
To live without my feet
Stuck firmly on the ground.

People say Go take a walk!
Ride a cab!
Talk the talk!
There's more to this than only you and me.
And I happen to agree.
I have eyes, I too can see
The hustle and the bustle that makes mankind march on
March til it is forced to walk
Or ride a cab
With no one to talk
With no one to walk
With no one to give a damn.

But then, I say, I'll donate damns!
I'll provide bastards, bitches, slams
I'll tarnish, torture, terrorize
With a gleam behind my eyes
That shows I really care.

I care.
You care.
We all care for others.
I loved.
You loved.
We're loved by just our mothers.
Or our fathers.
Or a monk somewhere
With no strand of hair
Upon his brow,
The one that trascends time
And space
And all the wondrous human race
And loves the little children.

Jesus loves me, so I'm told
But I'm not like the Jews of old
I'm not God's chosen,
Chosen person to be free.
I'm an Icarus, it's true
And every time I try anew
I fly, then flying, falling, flew
Flew right smack to the ground.
God gave me wings
Those pretty things
Wings of a universal sort
His malevolent retort
His "here's mankind"
Kind enough to give you wings
Give me wings of wax.

Relax! the crowd all says to me
Wait awhile, you'll surely see
That there's an oppurtunity
Behind each smiling face.
For you see, each human race
Has its admirers
Its wretched masses
Its desirers
Yearning to breathe free
Yearning to fly
To fly, just once
To fly just once before they die
Before they cry
Their last golden tear
Into the melting pot.

What rot!
What dismal, bleak, romantic snot
To think one cannot live
Without one's wings.
What good would it do you to soar?
Go places you've not dreamed before?
If on the land you're
With your everythings
Your everything
Your body requires
Your mind retires
Your soul expires
And your feet keep marching on.

Sally forth, to meet the world!
Sally ahead, your flag unfurled
Sally to your cannon,
Cannon fodder.
Cannons can just shoot so high
So high, into that huge blue sky
High enough to shoot down wings of wax
Wings of wax, but not wings true and blue
Through and through
Me and you
Soaring through the clouds.

Or, perhaps, you can march on
And you can dodge each giant bomb
And you can gather up the pieces time and time and time again.
But then again, my dearest friend
Every time you stop and bend
To gather yourself into your hands
You'll remember that those who fly
Those who fly will never die
Alone.

For when they die, some souls may cry,
But they'll just sigh
And soar so high
Soar, upon their

Wings.