we construct words like a pyre of immense ire waltzing around names like sand does with the hours
Horus didn’t foretell but he surely proclaimed a name
without mentioning syllables
syllables proclaim this tongue untamed!
I speak in riddling rhyme like a phoenix a sphinx who is up in arms
the gatekeeper need not whisper a sound
for I, I am the cat with nine plus lives and I will never, never, die by a hand so brutish and untamed
I’ll remain at large.
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Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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