
Demagogue.
‘Can I have your attention please’
My path has no snow or wood to diverge in,
‘I need all of your attention now’
I take the road less travelled by,
‘Look at me, pay attention to my golden glow’
I follow it under the desert moon,
‘Worship at my altar, full attention over here’
Led by Coyotes through the Ocotillo,
‘Suckle this teat, pay no attention to my invading hands’
I lay down with the bones of the cast aside,
‘Glorify me, pay me a Gods attention’
Where to survive I am reduced to this,
‘I am the way, the truth, and the light, pay no attention to stench of rot’
In the shivering midnight, I know no kindly hand.
‘Pay no attention at all’
by Ruairí de Barra
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