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.