Trudacity

Masterful intellect is this that acts
With dignity and smarts, to behave with
Such a mastery of sorts that he moves
As January south of equator,
That he should swindle winter of it's cold
And cause him so to move up further north?
What strange becoming does he hold within
That allows him to withdraw disease from
Body, overcome political grasps,
To make fast to something all desire
Without so much as looking back at life?
How may we overcome such a disease,
May we in turn pick up the slack, lose strife?
Or will we forever some other please?

               Trudacity, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012