Q Is For Question Poem by Matthew Roeser

I am storm
I am rage
Oh great one 
Where do you find yourself?

Lost among the androids?
Coupled with the beasts?
Numbered with the misogynists?
Is it here you will find me?
Dashed on the rocks below?
Or chained to the stone?
Beaten as a plowshare?

I dove beneath the surface and 
Found your drunken party
Found the knob 
That is Control
an elephant seated
On my chest
Pumped in
and amplified,
The network is an illusion
Of green and black
If I do stretch out my hand
It will find nothing but empty space