I was siphoned by a greedy past
From the great fields beyond
A high and merciful knoll

It howled and clawed
For the flight of my limbs
With its butchering, and backtracking wisp

From its thundering maw
It defamed
As I strained through the present
To be cherished by a new living dawn

But the ever-starving past
Thieved, more and more
Of the green fields of ease
With its lassoing refrain
Of “why?”