The Cock

The time will come for the cock to crow

to rouse us from our sleep

Making manifest for all to know

the truths we buried deep

Unconsciously, we dreamed on foot

as we shambled in a daze

pretending that we understood

our way out of the maze

From blind to blind, we were resigned

to clench out eyelids tight

and floundered as we were designed

in darkness, towards the light

But in our hands, we held the key

to open up the door

that, when cracked, would let us see

the path ahead, and more

A fragile oval gripped in fear

but fertilized with fate

into the seed of new frontiers

where man is free from hate

The time will come for the cock to crow

after hatching from his shell

Then we’ll realize how sparsely known

was our world and yes, ourselves