Failsafe

When words do not roll, 
when nothing can quite express what I have seen
writhing on the ground, head cut off

I am vivid with your question marks, my tail chopped,
your acceptance my only constant worry,
I have been neutered, marked, to wander this wide world

please give me your hand, it is warm,
about the only warm thing here 
in this frozen land of corn and giants

disjointed ceremony, among those who have forgot 
how to be human
I still see nature seeping through to something inside

trickle down, corner me with those eyes
if we are feral at least we are not docile,
at least we choose not to die by degrees

It could have been otherwise, we came so close
the sun a mattress for past indiscretions