Speech

Harmful principles beyond class or hope

Dry out the already dried-out conscience

Of well-fed, well-said, well-dead no-offence

Absorbed in their phones of yep, um, nope.

Yon elected trade their pliable language

Advertisements for an endless good life,

Sounds bytes of no heart, ambiguous strife

Truth given short shrift, left to languish.

Push come to shove the forests did what trees

Do in summer dried-out the long year through,

Turn outward burn inward with heightened breeze.

No mincing words, fire’s deafening speeches

Leave nothing untouched, absolutely true

Their compact with life as far as heat reaches.