Poets are enemies
Of the state
Of comfortable vegetation
Stirring dissent
From a well-balanced
Diet of
Clocking in
Clocking out
They linger
Breaking the zoning
Ordinances
Of the soul
They x-ray thoughts
Peering into
Unsuspecting eyes
Reading
Between the lines
Every gesture betrays
You
A victim
Of stolen anonymity
©2008 Dosia McKay