Be not afraid
when you hear the lion roar
keep watch above
in the lonely darkness
chop your way through
the thorny tangles of the forest
you may feel
like a beetle on a runway
a little leaf
on the stones of a fireplace
a skinny child, with a torn shirt
waiting in the doorway
Remember that the mind
can be dull and the
heart whispers lies to us all
but your blood
will always show you
the way to go
your greasy, mysterious
oceanic blood
holds every one that
came before you
and they have won
every battle
or hid themselves more craftily
you are the watcher and the warrior
the mother and the escape artist
and so
be not afraid in
these terrible times
because
a nation of heroes
sleeps inside you.
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