Of the Wild Ones

Of the mad ones, the wild ones,

I say, first, drink not of their blood!

But watch them,

For they are beautiful in their wildness,

They are enchanting in their mystery,

They are deadly in their war-skills.

Alone among the creatures of the night

They kept me company in the earth

and brought me water when I was thirsty

and could still breathe.

Like Me, they were cast out,

Like my Children, they are homeless,

Like my Children's Children, they wander,

Like my Mother and Father,

they know too much,

But they keep their own

counsel, and, of them, I say

Mark me well: keep silent!

Say nothing.

Watch, and learn.22