The Sorrow That Knowledge Brings Poem by Shirow Walker

Mourn for the child that has gone into the thicket
Tangled and twisted up in its thorns
He is lost but still heard amidst the crows scorning
Go home will he no more

Mourn for the child who is passed beyond
And as a lion upon its prey
Knowledge has befallen him
His eyes homeward now longingly stray

Weep for the children we were
Our selves, as we are
People that we’d never have thought we would be
We are lost in fluid motion, burdened to be free