The Poet Dwells Among Them

Among grey rocks of bigotry, I am the protean one. Among weary flesh and bone, I am the spirit of enchantment. Among gnarled trees and thorns, I am the blood red rose. Among authorised answers, I am the bold, burning question. Among perfect skin, I am the fresh wound. Among the blazing light of technology, I am the shadow of doubt. Among power, I am the lamb. Among flags, I am the purifying flame. Among wars, I am the deserter. Among family, I am the recluse. Among august gods, I am the iconoclast. Among great, raging religions, I am the small, silent prayer.