Title is new. Piece maybe written in early 1971. Life had spent most of its energy trying to control me, box me in, corral me. School, church, military, marriage, suit & tie. Life like a noose, a strait-jacket. Try as I might, could only conform for so long. Thought there was something wrong with me. – JDW
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If I die
Because of their blindness
Let me go alone.
I hate them in life
Their rodent conformity
Clustering, clobbering, clamoring
Coughing hordes.
Let them die
Who damn a stream
To flood a valley
Who bring down a tree
To pave the meadow
To park a car.
Let them die together
Let me go alone
Naked and bury me.
Let me feed a worm.