slam poetry

that year
long ago, in the young moonlight
take my bracelets
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
which keeps
he came and took me by the hand
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
i have seen the proudest stars
in your flight
a pen of steel
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
see, from this counterfeit of him