the naked eye

Rolling naked, hysterical,
'pon the tiles of the gimnasium
in the midst of anger, disgust,
digging for lost symbolism
"There is something here for me",
he cried
and the masses strained to hear,
(and echoes distorted)
but on the bleachers died.
Like him I am naked and rolling
desperate to find
among the wasted others
an appeal to conscious mind.
And like him we are charged
with indecent, sexual crimes
robbed of our innocence by
the wrath of closed minds;

How did we underestimate them!
For nothing lasts like a cage
and nothing on earth
from immaculate birth
can drive a man to such rage!