It is natural to gather
the fruits of the earth around one
self and heap and pile and hoard
all that might fit within one's
fence.
For the human nature
screeches one
note: mine
and mine
and mine,
simply a chorus
a song written
for a single
beneficiary
only social securely
given that an
other can give
something to the
original one.
The language franca
fracases until its fricassees
merchant every tile
from the cracked hands
that work for the one
true verita.
Utilize then
the turns and curves
of the supplies you hoarded
bringing to bears their hibernation
lengthening their sleep every year
until they do not
wake up.
Roman Ryan 