Poet Laureate Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Poet Laureate

Be us, be them, be we, be she,
And all of them,

Be their loud tongue, desperate pleading tongue, their dying tongue, their undulating tongue
Be a soft kissing tongue, a touching tongue in my ears whispering I love you,

Be my eyes that see through the thousand walls of your loneliness,
Be the eyes of the world and see its lonely presence,

Be the spirit of the wind the soul of the mountain, the stalk of a plant, and the morose stone,

Be the concurrent poet laureate
And let God punish you with madness.