I

Who am I?
With broken wing,
Cawing to the ants beneath frozen ground,
Endlessly crying with raspy throat,
An enthusiasm from deep within my breast,
Beckoning all to come and see.

Who am I?
Sitting in the dark staring at blue white screens,
Wishing I was anywhere but here, there, and everywhere,
Nodding rhythmically as my dead eyes shift from vacant to horror,
Suddenly realizing this subject matter is focused,
Focused on the end all solution.

Who am I?
Hiding in this dark hole,
Sniffing through the dirt for a few worms to eat,
Ignoring the greater world of light,
Favoring the dark warm world beneath the Earth,
Singing softly through tear stained lullaby's.

Who,
Am,
I?