Unconscious

at night we revert to our animal selves
walk our dreams
untrammeled by reason
open skies
dark trees
a merry-go-round
old songs
can't even follow us
back there

red riding hood would lurk on wolf-haunted lanes
a path to the withered goddess
cinderella sacrifices farm animals
hunch-backed horse and chicken-legged hut
breadcrumbs glow in the forest

in the morning
I put on my name again
my nationality and my skin
take up arms
and functions
though why I've forgotten
why