Noises

Let the crows caw
And the flies stalk
Let the dogs bark,
show their teeth
Let the bees judge
And let the cows shit
For I have my land
of love
protected by
firm beacons of light

Let the characters
play their scripts
I won’t engage
with all the roles
As I see the soul,
the actor behind

I stand in love
and am the mirror
I reflect all back
When you look into it
Can you then handle yourself?