Ah

You were brought up in the forest

Of the forest and for the forest

And god you were beautiful

You had hair like fire

Your eyes clear fucking streams

And when you sang

When you sang

When you sang

My skull vibrated my head nodded

And yes, I wanted to dance.

There is nothing 

Wrong 

With that.

The Screaming Frog

The frog would not stop screaming

Even after we brought it home,

Even after we gave it whiskey.

Its brow was smoothed, its cage

Enlarged.

Still, it screamed throughout the night

Like some poor tortured thing so

We let it go, released it into the wild

Where it screamed even louder

Until some prowling preditor

Put an end to that.

I Dream of Wookie

Gangly howling beast,

Warrior of the Rebellion,

You are filled with the barely controlled rage

Of the mistreated, of the marginalized,

Of the forsaken.

You know your power, buried deep

In your hunter’s heart,

And you do not hesitate to harvest your enemies

With your crossbow of fire,

Their gleaming white armor useless,

Palpatine’s paper dolls.

 

You laugh,

Warm in your anger,

Your fur,

You are the mighty Chewbacca.