Small Change

Burning his wrists with the strain, a man struggles
To free himself from the agony of silence.

“Go no lower, else fall to sea and be lost forever,”
The eagle hears, but ignores the cries for help.

If we are to save ourselves, we must plunge
Beneath the tree to destroy the roots of evil.

My dearest one: I miss you by my side;
Without you, I am lost among strangers.

We tried to go back to a more enlightened time —
That was our first mistake.