fist

run against the wind
make your own breeze
throw a rock
fell a dozen dreams

theirs isn't your destiny

knock a domino of what seems
one and all - all will fall
ignore their selfish wanton screams
scatter their ashes
where you please
then roll in them
with death you've deemed
all their ancestors

to drop to their knees

to plead
cry
beg
and wheeze
Isn't it good to be alive?