For the sake of speaking one of us claimed 
we are more under the thumb now than ever before.
For the sake of argument one of us claimed
the word society now carries 
loathsome connotations about social insects; 
each one of us must live on their own planet.
Quickly making my excuses I slipped away.
Of course I was in a fog, unused to the territory,
not knowing from where the wind might be blowing.
I decided to put it at my back and beg indulgence 
from whomever I should encounter.
Sillhouettes of panthers seemed to lounge
on dark branches and there was honey in the sky
and when cacophonies of church bells rung the hours 
out of step I moved towards the sound.