What Lies Past

In an age of love
Of tribe, was it true
That he loathed his tribe

So much he claimed
His real kin were clawed
Beasts of teeth, not speech?

Did he raid black tents?
Did he lead off herds?
Did he curse his blood?

Was he a true stray?
Or was he your myth
Of what you once were?

We can wish the truth
And feel for the lie.
We, too, loathe our tribe.