Art For Sale

Clapping with one hand, 
when a suicide note was found 
in the fist of a dead man. 

I set the fire in my chest, 
remaining again 
unanswerable to you. 

Inadequate was the 
street sense, where the walls 
go empty and meaning 
was lost. 

Take away my name, 
my face, my legacy.I will 
come back when nightingale sings. 

Where was the law, 
when you spoke truth 
and lightning struck the temple?