She is bound helplessly to their will,
Each spectrum of thought tied to lights invisible,
Wound and woven into a semi-conscious star.
In her own dark way, she saves them
From the insanities of insatiable appetite,
Feeding them dry bread from her own table;
They are too proud for butter.
One day their spiderweb of falsities will crumble
Like the walls of Jericho before Joshua.
Then they will become slaves,
To the mysterious mind