Dancing Flee

Shriveling strangers, stumbling
With tiny fingers, fumbling
Words around, discovering
Places they have yet to rediscover

Shaking bodies, tripping
With small feet, slipping
Into gallows, ripping
Hearts outside of the suburbs

Worship they who not hides, but opens
Their wounds, jumping
Outside of their comfort zones instead of closing

Dance among the sheep who choose not to be herded
Flee to the scabs they call humans who show what they’re made of
Watch them scramble for rehydration

Hold onto the skin in which cascaded you
Covered you when you no longer sought shelter
Allow others to wrap their loving solidarity around you to shed some light onto your palms