Pyramid of Bribes

This
apart, I've
no business
with you. I want
to be sure of my su
bject.  I hold this flower
of  battle, this poem, this th
eft.  I hold this microphone to a
mplify this, my thieved voice.  This
is sheer verse, willed into being, to brin
g you to believe, to drag you into this trian
gle, this walled word tower, this pyramid of b
ribes.  I hold this slice of self, this metal stand in
hand, this metal fork to throat you, to pierce & bore 
you to broadcast up, up, up on the air's back this voice
& with the seal on my soul thus peeled I may walk this stage
                                                                                                                                                                   barefoot              
                                                                                                                                                                                &
                                                                                                                                                                            brave.