I become a stream
Of hate-filled whims
All down the hillsides
In their twists and their bends

From the snow-capped years
That remained so still
Where thunderous dreams
Unfurled, for the mind

Down
From a devious winter
Where the new spring engulfs
The ire of my words

To encourage, the surf to swell
With the songs of revolt
So they’ll thrash and they’ll sing
‘Til civility is lost