Speak

as if the world was going to
sleep. And the grass was growing
melatonin. Everyone’s interest was
stolen by the sandman in the sky.

Speak
as if this were the very last words
they’ll hear. Make it loud and clear. Cut
out the jargon and hyperbole. Sing it with
luster and glee.

Speak
as if the sky were falling. And chicken
little was calling everyone to run
for cover. Allow your words to be their
umbrella. When the sky falls to pieces
as a puzzle you’ll be their blood and muscle.