Drambuie

In a frenzied loop of heightened tension,
to know was to become felt and heard,
like rivers that thunders through the canyon of West Field,
some bantering, 
some chartered,
some belonged to those with good course,
the uttering's of which were remarked, 
by the sense of belonging felt, 
guess without fear of that which is not known,
be devoured by wicked sinful strikes, 
the darkest of miserable and the most harmful hurt, 
capture that which you need,
 wrap around yourself like a freedom flag,  
upbeat since you were in the know,