22 Sep 2016 – Sonnet

I only need the shade of one small tree –
or rustic privy – standing in the sun,
and not a shadow more! The rest? Please keep!
My heart has learned such shackles must be shunned
the hard way, and I wear their teeth marks still.
What gain is there to revel through the night
to wake in prison? Once you’ve had your fill
you’re someone’s captive come the morning light.
Men’s backs are bent beneath their loads of dust.
Both bound for one end, sleeping in the earth.
So why must you become a slave of rust
for speculators trafficking in dearth?
Be like the wind that makes the whole world shake –
then lets it go and not one penny takes.