Get out of here.
You,
a wild thing,
not bred
for the civil lands.
Callous
in pleasant company.
You seek the wind
for your sole guidance.
Decrying the wisdom
of men,
ridiculing their refinements,
and eschewing their institutions.
You,
of muddy birth
and sundry education,
but eyes that gleam
like ice,
or fire,
depending on your mood.
Go. Run back to your kind,
before they put a bounty on you.
Already the see you
as an adversary
more than their equal.
And soon,
they will call you
a threat.
There is no place here
for forest wisdom,
or catechisms of the plains.
The lessons here
are curated
to make the spirit compliant.
You, who have only acquiesced to nature
give short shrift
to the technocrats.
Escape.
Before the well-heeled
seek to exterminate you.
Flee,
before they can set their traps.
A cunning mind
and resourcefulness
have kept you alive
this long,
but for how much longer?
You stand there
like you don’t intend to go.
A wry half-smile
and a hunter’s look
in your eyes.
DJR – 2022
