My words drip in lupine sarcasm
hasten wit, but fall flat in envious
teeth gnashing, hands vying,
seeking attention that doesn’t exist
because of the malignant conspirators
contriving plots against the masses
living in fear of the governments
that should live in fear of them & the
cycles of change – did you know that Rome fell?
It was in the paper last week. I heard,
says he, who watches the fluttering of my chest
as the bird under my breast bone
sings, so that it might one day be free.