Deep beneath
Revolutions are staged
Tears fall
And blood spills
Eardrums burst
And ghosts appear
In re-lived reincarnations
Mysteries are revealed
Lies and lice re-peeled
Histories repeat
Or receive the new beginnings
At the end or at the hondo-tip
The verge of the verse’s pulse
Inhabits cracked skulls
And merges past sorrows
With the beauties of word-pass
Bless the unborn free the enslaved
Word
Break free from the world
And submerge in the word
Whilst lips tremble
fools fumble and the wise mumble
Stay humble
Whilst the governors stumble
Remain ungovernable
Save no ink
Spare no breath
Word
Echo-spread your voice
Above and below
To the left
to the right
And to the centre
For the plight of the down-trodden
For the wise to re-emerge
Rule again
Word
Is neither the author nor the narrator
But
The Uni (verse) through her messengers
