Lash a Mind Sure
Arsonists howl, “Apostate!”,
hate from the bowel, “Apostate!”
Chasing the tale they have not read,
burning, they growl, “Apostate!”
The moon bribed into murder,
I hear only the vowel. Apostate?
Prostrate freedom waves a white flag
and we throw in our towel, apostate.
From “Disoccidented” by Alfie Shoyger: