‘Oracle’

I talked to my people

about building

of a chateaux,

over that worthless hovel.

I am happy,

they accepted,

was constative

of my new art,

alien art; but

art- like the sonar.

Today, I won’t talk to you,

my people-

Give me not a jeroboam,

a methusellah- no.

Today, I want

a Nebuchadnezzar.

Today- Praise me

until

I am out of the earshot.

Today, kill me

with your-my- glad, as

I have traveled

down your chutes,

I’m inside you

and, you couldn’t accredit

your being inside me.

That is what I have always wanted,

to defy the oracle, and

build my own.