Don’t ask me tales of power.
What do I know of it?
I am but one. Amongst so many…
My only share? Wit.
You say: dismount Babel.
Gain understanding. Speak to all.
To think this knowledge power.
You’re either cunning or naïve withal.
Power makes others slither at its feet
Desirous to speak its language – they:
Empires’ might. The quest of the elite.
So do not ask more of me to convey.
Of power I know nothing, ghoul.
What am I? Poet. Writer. Fool.