Clothes Maketh The Man?
Then let me run naked,
Through forests.
Shame alchemized into survivalisms,
As if my childhood wasn’t just that:
Barefoot jaunts through wilderness,
Lucky to be wearing a shirt.
Left to roam wild,
Neglected.
Encountering wildlife,
As yet another animal,
Not Apex Predator.
“So tedious is this day As is the night before some festival To an impatient child that hath new robes And may not wear them.”
