I Am the Poet

I am the Poet

I am the Words

You eat - Gnashing & Tearing & Angry

Words become my flesh, both body and soul

My essence leeched from deep within;

To be expended, to be expelled.

I am the Poet,

I am the Mother

Words ripped from my loins,

Sons of my heart. Flesh of my flesh.

Words born to a pauper’s bequest,

Yet stolen to be hauteur of a sovereign king

I am the Poet

I am the Son

Words pouring forth my life blood, my spirit

From your cutting wound. My last

Breath rattles from my lungs

As my body rots.

Yet I live on!

I am the Poet!