Born On The Wind's Wings Poem by Altair Laahad

Born on the wind's wings
beneath a mountain of steel
where cactus yellow flowers blossom
amid thin thorns standing erect
as a shield against what no one knows

Born to trot the prairies
like the little lamb following
his mother in a mirth greater than the universe
and unaware of what is hidden in the slaughterhouse
when the butcher sharpens his teeth
and the knife

Born to learn words and numbers
and earn recognition for a sociability
when the umbilucus recovers of the cut
and shuts the birth simplicity
to oblivion

Born to love and love
and never hate
until the grave whispers his sweet call
and says come and join us all
for an other birth.