To have and to hold
possession being nine-tenths of the law
so maybe before we get too old
and while we still have most of our teeth
we could grab all we can carry
and run for our lives.
Head up to the hills
to a place where with luck we’ll thrive;
We knew life’s not meant to be easy
Just hoped it would be worth it.
But until we’ve decided for ourselves,
we could be dancing
by firelight, naked and painted,
blowing the conch shell,
with firelight glinting from the leaves braided in your hair;
and all the world can go to hell.
Erik Kaisson, 2018