us us-people
us people, us us-people,
with our loose-leaf language
and graphite dripping from tongues
like new dew, like morning tar.
us us-people: straight-laced, edges frayed,
or thread-bared… our minds without corset
introducing order and chaos as needed…
us us-people, we topple towers and build anew
anachronistic or anarchist, even if allegory, we,
us us-people, are poets. heroes
of a close-knitted kink so fibrous
with our phrases, we carve marrow
into totems and turn broadband
into steles; so sonorous with our softened
slang. the griot, the bard, the fabulist:
each of us an us-people with civilization
in our trapper-keepers and stardust in the digital
tablets secluded in our pockets, like amulets
to make the sun rise and the rain to fall.