i felt that
my consciousness was a burden in human form
i wanted to be an animal
just as the shamans do 
but i was just a kid
i never had the rite of passage
i grew up sort of
in the landscape of power
anarchic under the blind watch of power
the eyes that don't see animals
subverted and perverted
by design, by human design
animal transformation happens
though unexpected 
we awake
to knowing
we can't trust what takers say
they take anyway
i grew up in deprivation
in the landscape of power
nature deprivation
my nature languished 
in the silt of civilized being not
i grew stunted like the pines on rock
and beautiful
in the blighted landscape of power
the power over the land 
animal power underground
climate madness 
life and death power
over consciousness
unending
i thought
you have had your war
you have made your profit
you killed it, boy
now go home
build your tower
in the people's park
which brings us
right up to
the present day
in this place
the landscape of power
and the presence of ghosts
and animals