A Grotesque Animal

I’m done with walking through walls
On the promise of a warm reception
From the ghosts that live within

If I remember correctly we agreed
Never to stop listening to the music
To be true to the ideal
To bring about the new world

Yet here I am alone at the barricades
Staring at the façade
Cultivating scar-tissue for these low days

And if anger is the enemy
Then I am my own enemy
Hiding behind a mask
No matter how much I protest the contrary

April 2018