Ultimate Tongue

In praise of body 
like a bow, 
shooting arrows of clemency. 
But I have come to deny myself, 
the nemesis. 

There was no penitence. 
Unacceptable, in the light of 
broad-day murder 
of democracy. 

Freedom to arc was a personal 
style, writing poetry 
against the art 
of manipulation. 

I am ready to become 
human, after inferno, started 
by you, to burn 
the story.