The Dictator Address the Masses
Hear me, I am the sky walking,
the chair you sit in.
When you speak—silence!
The quiet is me, the nothing!
People—the coffee in your hand is
cold because I want it to be—
drink it down, yes, but drink it down and
Fear me!
Listen, you know that deer that grazes in the hazy morning?
Well, that deer is me. And that prairie it sleeps in, that's me too.
And it's white tail is me too, me too!
How dare you interrupt my walk! How dare you photograph me!
I command you: stop in the gravel!
With my glance the birds choke on their songs,
and with my pinky the trees shake!
You sitting there looking bored, insignificant!
For, your boredom is me, and you are nothing!
You speak when I want you to
and with my thoughts you breathe!
You sit anxious, glancing around
as if you think you can think.
Don't be so presumptuous!
You sit captivated by me! You are me.
That being said,
You could never be me.
Copyrights owned by the Oklahoma Arts Institute, Quartz Mountain June 2012
Written by Candace Osterhout
I read this, cracking up because I saw and heard you reading it to me that one day... this is awesome!
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