Wild Man

Disobedience was the reason they gave for hanging my sunflower upside-down. Elders forbade my dowery. Unmarriageable hands are not trusted by the warrior class. So I hung little shoes on a spear and committed them to the possession of close neighbors. My spirit must learn to grow around right presentation. Hollow out the fallen branch. Put five holes in it and wait for an east wind. My music is accidental. The monastery has painted over my insignia lest a dance floor breakout before their encampments. Managed footsteps kept this clandestine school house open. Gather to me so that our assembly may become a sneezing powder to the powers that deny us. Sweep, pluck, and flatten everything that graduates from me. I only will escape on the back of a flamingo to make pupils of a better climate.