Iron Cross

I stand, bound, to an iron cross
     The ropes cut deep into my fair skin
          I committed the crime of standing out
          Blending in is an unnatural force. 

Society’s blessing comes with restrictions
      You dare not resemble the howl of the wind
           The loud, slapping shutters on these walls
           Disturb the infinite monotony of the raindrop.

A stray dog approaches my straining body
      Licking my feet, whining in hunger
            An unexpected smile glides gently onto my face
            If only man could be humble and wash fellow feet.

I fear not death, for he is not my maker
       Though I fear dying, and pain
             This is where I belong, though, tied so
             Given another chance, I would bark out again.

Sight begins its journey into infinity,
       Strained black spots surround me
             I no longer feel the ache of the sun
             The raven has forgotten my name.