Lights Circling Night

let loose the tiger, all six
or was it eight, police cars gone

free to be wild again
to go back to wilderness

their going releases
this poem in me, from me

poems I write is how I express
I’m free

some see freedom as freedom
to shed blood, to take life,
as freedom to die


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
11:05 p.m. 30/08/07