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i usually don't post any work online, but was drunk and wrote it as a note on facebook, so it's already out there. it was easier than fumbling for a word processor and all my pens grew legs. funny how things do that, when you're drunk.
complex
hundreds of years ago,
life of meaning
purpose determined by history to be.
my children near grown,
strife for my own ways,
my culture begging me to defend
its right to be.
but now,
a warrior from a line of warriors
with a shell of a life,
muddled by modernity,
tumbled by technology,
into an era without honor.
occasionally, watered spirits remind mine
of what it was bred to be.
my body rotting into corpulence
as my soul decays into required apathy.
law of jackals binding this wolf
nothing but a scavenger,
given to low level addiction.
a crutch to let the wolf spirit dream
of hunts primal,
of dominance rivaled,
of honor alive,
and protected.
complex
hundreds of years ago,
life of meaning
purpose determined by history to be.
my children near grown,
strife for my own ways,
my culture begging me to defend
its right to be.
but now,
a warrior from a line of warriors
with a shell of a life,
muddled by modernity,
tumbled by technology,
into an era without honor.
occasionally, watered spirits remind mine
of what it was bred to be.
my body rotting into corpulence
as my soul decays into required apathy.
law of jackals binding this wolf
nothing but a scavenger,
given to low level addiction.
a crutch to let the wolf spirit dream
of hunts primal,
of dominance rivaled,
of honor alive,
and protected.