Oh Poet

To possess that anima mundi
To wield that red branch

If I a rat-rhymer could be

To curse and to rail and make strong men quail
To succor the frail and balance on my tail

Like a kangaroo

Another rat, whose poetry
a physical loquacity,
spreads and commands many

Whose rhetoric of power and grace
Controls the pack and the place

To thump about with huge wordy feet
Kick box my meaning at obscurity's face

Not merely anonymous commentary, from me
But hard earth shattering truths

Well aimed and landed hits

Oh a poet to be.