Cut from the earth dug out and left to dry in the sun.
Shriveled up and aged for all those they caged.
In their last bits of rage will they turn to the sage?
Will they save themselves or remain on the shelves?
Will they learn not to (con)vince with all their well plotted pretense?
Will they choose to let go and let grow …
The suture will sew with a tailors loving flow …
© Louis J. Auslander 5/8/16