Free The Dragons!

FREE THE DRAGONS!

O my brothers

busted for pot, for looting, for loving

young beautiful brothers and sisters, for holding out hope

in both hands to the Man, engaging him

O my brothers, freaking out this moment

this beautiful summer evening

in all the cages of America

while the sun goes down on this a bled and holy land.

Know that we have this land, we are filling its crevices

its caves and forests, its coastlines and holy places

with our mating flesh, with the fierce play of our children

our numbers increasing

we are approaching your cells, to cut you loose

lo march triumphant with you, crying out

to Maitreya, across the Pacific

diane di prima