i am poet, hear me roar!

“easy to read” is what
they call my works
because words are worse for wear;
strung together don’t
automatically become poetry.

“easy” has been a calling
since the dawn of time
the oldest profession, survived
it must have it’s own reasons.
i call

trigger ready fingers
nimbly dancing 
over the flames of ethos 
burning fire
the works of lepers

leaping one over the other
building strategies till
the buildings collapse
in a heap around us.
She smiles.

“Easy to read” are the words they call me.
with the fire dimming in my eyes,
because i used to be a hurricane
but to write requires soul.
Poet, I am, 
despite.

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