That Solemn Emancipator

I'm emancipating myself
From this room of snakes.
I got a tongue in my mouth
That is filled with secrets.
This allowance of breath
Is financing my solemnity.
Beseeched from life.
I am a kingly man
Amongst kingly beasts.
I am only a man
Amongst kingly beasts.
All faults that are my own
I have given to this world of claws.
Have no faith in me,
For I have no faith in me.

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

A tongue with secrets! That is superbly pregnant with meaning and possibilities, an truly formidable metaphor. As it works its way to "this world of claws" and the countering dynamics of kings and beasts an emancipating faith is thrust to the front of the mind. Effervescent poeting.