His rhetoric magnetized
ears to listen.
The words were a broadsword
to the mighty, pushing against
the gravity of their jealousy.
His thoughts never rambled;
holding course like a meridian
or constellation.
He declaimed with authority,
luring listeners,
seizing on the interest of
their desires; the sun and moon
filled his pockets.
Morning moved him quietly
to release onto roads nearby.
Roger Singer 