we reserve the right to
dance on
wooden planks at sea
twirling with
the twinkle of the
moonlight on the water
we can watch the
sun fall down
and sink below
the tide
diminishing itself in sighs
as the
salt enters its
pores tonight
and we
reserve the right to
walk upon the land
in
slow steps in the sand
with
seahorses in hand
tearing through the open road
and we can't see the way the
signs are telling us to go
just
driving at the wind with
grinding teeth and little
fists
shaking
fiercely at
the sky
we are
warriors tonight
and screaming through the air
and
breathing in the earth and
spitting on the moon
we are warriors tonight
with eyes that look like
torches to the
people in the skies
flex that
skinny arm,
my dear,
and watch the world fall down
we are skinny little
people, dear,
but
every little person here
fears
every other one