Sonnet #147

In dreams, I was an angel that flew above

the crowd, when a powerful preacher lied

to an illiterate woman, preached hate, I pried

his tongue from his mouth, and drove

the preacher away from manhood, now a dog;

Chased dogs away from the wriggling flesh,

Invisible by will, I hid it in a creche

Of a high closet, wrapped in old towels, a fog

descended on my flight of invisibility

I soared above the world all night, stealing tongues

of men who spoke of hate, voted in irritability

Say they own half the diocese, say they won

the world, once, and keep it in perpetuity.

Take away tongues; change them into dogs that run.