humans graze in herds
those poor wretched beasts
blinded by the thickness of their wool
only for me to shave it
so that each one, naked and bare
must suffer the reality
that they are not
what their thick outer layer made them out to be
a new light brings new gain
individuality
14 and young,
14 and my heart has wrinkles
but only
for the foul creatures
have shaved me of my precious fleece
and now I too
stand just as them
and can claim to hold my head no higher
than a swine
who has been penetrated by his own tusk
society poaches the innocent
and we are naked for its profit
Guinea pigs to its downfall
and the failure
of its trials.