I cannot Make Myself Small

I cannot make myself small for you
I cannot reduce the layers of expression,
Nor shrink from
The Large thoughts in my Mouth.

Would a Flower refusing to Bloom
Make the world any more Beautiful?

We drink from the same bottle,
Each cool sip Washing down into the Earth like rain.
No where
Do we feel this more
Than when we
Take the lid off
And let the thirst-quenching Thunder run down our chins-
The Stains on our Chests
War wounds
Of a Life
Fully
Drunk
Up.