The Honored Public Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Honored Public

In the deep sea wade of the honored public,
I am navigating my way,
It's fretting out the light bulbs,

In the scant places in the dark place,
And you are walking alone in the tunnel,

Miles and miles of rigmarole unkindness,
Salvation's is hope, and hope is a never fading light,

In sworn destiny, in a swarm of clueless birds,
Must love and hate defined as distinct works, like drawn sword,

Killed your created process,
Dead silly poet, adopted by none,

Bore the cross like a silly God,
Enter with your own caution to your way of cavalry,

Casts your rods into the sea of people,
And be a survivor on other days.

Other days with contented sadness.