There is a beast roaring
inside me. It wants to be free;
From its cages ever enclosing
As it gets denser and more comes in.
Begun by an intake of
Kidneys, pintos, and blacks
Continued by my inward digestion
Of things that produce air.
Nitrogen, Methane, Carbon Dioxide and Friends
All are the things that make men merry again.
It isn’t good to hold, but only to release;
Leaving you cleansed and more at peace.