love

and some love
so borderlessly,

that they're
quite overwhelmed

by the unexpressed
weight of sadness

encountered
again and again.

and some are moved
to question
the starkly marked
convenience

of the very first leaves
of the desert primates'
oh! so popular
handbook of justification,

when their imaged "lord"

gave them "for their use"

the hosts of other life forms,

right off the freakin' bat.

they may even go so far

as to question the right

to "break in" a horse,

to confine their lives,

and their choices,

in the primate's
so tidily arranged

self-containing boxes.

these strange people

may look at a picture

like this,

and see a loving horse,

deeply loving its captor

(because love,

in its nature,

demands expression,

even when all

the doors are closed),

having long since accepted

that the primate's way

is the way their life must be;

that the question of ownership

is freedom's
grandest elephant,

that never seems to leave

the primate loomed "room".

*

- Evan Hawthorn, the 21^st of July, 2019