He held court
master of ceremonial metaphor
speaking to this one’s rebellious nature.
no, an ebook cannot rot
cannot fuel your emergency fire.
his disdain understood
warmth is built at 451.
her robotic grandmotherly body
their secreted safari where adults lost to hungry golden tribes
a hundred painted stories inked
flesh kept words alive.
not many do i mourn
when their quill has run dry,
he however was quiet brilliance
encouraging each one of us
to scream, to let freedom sing
this body electric.