Do Not Go Gentle

Do not go gentle, no.
Before the molecules move over,
let the full of wild come forth.
Let the earthy self
show her wild in final freedom.
Let the ripened Elder rise,
a grown-old human/angel
who comprehends at last.
Let her rise and show the world
what wild is, what wild can be.
Let us rise now, hardly gentle.
Spin, spin, at the coming of the light,

Before we leave this darling world,
let whatever bars contain us
burst, and free our wild knowings.
Let us rise now, feral and complete.
Nothing left to fear,
now unrestrained and riotous,
let our radiant, deep-lined faces
storm the world with stony voices.
Let us show the way to wildest waning –
of war, of greed, and  every spirit smallness.
Let our Elder tribe of millions
steer the earth to love.

                                © Susa Silvermarie 2025

Maria Concepción Benja Sarabia aka Conchita