Monkey’s Cage Rage
(Remembering Dylan Thomas:
“Do not go gentle into that dark night…”)
“Do not go gentle!”
Monkey’s sharp teeth gnaw holes in the safety blanket;
a fist in the darkness, he punches the pillow, again and again,
until the dark fist tires and rage falls silent.
Angry words are forged in iron.
Monkey wants to rage, rage, rage,
against blind bars which bind him.
In dawn’s frail light, cage bars are less visible.
Iron bars seem softer in the silence
of their invisible, silken gloves.
This barred and barren cage
in which he bangs his head against the bars
means all the world to monkey.
But how can monkey lament the loss of liberty
when he wasn’t born free?