I never felt holier than when I defied holy men — 
when I spurned subservient prods by society’s pricks 
          to become 
bare-teethed, brazen and bold, barking mad, 
          Wild Again. 
My naked feet have been muddied in my own blood 
mixed with seed-laden dirt by roots of living trees, 
having spilled all weevil-infested progeny. 
Together we stretch our leaf hands to the flaxen sun 
in ecstasy of this soft moss freedom 
away from the tyranny of Propriety.