Inside me
there's a boar--
a wild, ferocious boar--
though usually he sleeps.

Not today.

Today he's screaming and snarling and roaring,
Gnawing and gnashing,
Loud and fierce.

He's been in there a long time
He wants to get out
So the sun may warm his bones,
So the wind may fill his lungs,
So the children may run their hands through his hair.