A land unbound
shudders beneath the grandfather storm,
breathing, gasping,
choking
on tears that are its own.

A land unbound
drowned its voice in the first mighty flood,
now it nudges,
reaches, yearns
to find its departed sky.

A land unbound
cannot abide the feet of men that leave scars
twisting, burning,
breaching,
searing its uncharted skin.

A land unbound
is bound to be bound,
and I weep
for
knowing.