Rock Festival

you are this
note in a crowd
of one hundred thousand notes
roared in connection
with the roar on stage
and hoping that your voice stands out
with every ripped bag in your lungs
and torn vocal cord
you roar as loud as you can
never to completely drown the amplifiers
the boulder tumble of drums
or stomach shaking bass
but what is in your chest now
comes out to join with those
for this is the animal of Mob
jousting and feinting at gallop
with what lends itself to your urge
to be a part of the struggle
that spends itself into a wave
rolling out from stage to you
and the cells that form the Beast
all around you
the blood and liver and skeleton
of the music
not truly real until it is played
live before its potential
gathered sweaty and prepared to lose itself
in the totality of
the Show