Freedom

We knew that was a shit.

A beautiful dog’s shit.

We kept silent.

Buyers never knew.

We gave it freely;

Elephant shit was promised in return;

We were happy;

That would be bigger.

What a barter!

Big shit for a small shit.

After all, does that matter?

We always get it,

From here or there.

Waste turned poison over many years;

Shitting is freedom.

Expel it.

Shitting is ecstasy.

Where does it escape?

One place to another;

One form to another.

That’s quite a transformation.