Of libations and ancients

To pour libation… to the Ancients,
on the paths wandered
so that the steps
are worthy,
of the sacrament…
work to do,
I was told
get up and be
hurried…
aspire to be astute
and earnest,
in dispensing words
to the children gathered
so that the Glorious ones
can find their way home…
in midst of seas
and ships piloted
by bigots –
who look sweaty, fat and bloated
as words elude them…
they talk foolishly in circles
in the act of disrespecting women

But ignore me,
I’m not an Oracle
just a poet.

A reading of the piece… over ambient sound.

Published by Shun P. Writes

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