I sit here listening
To heroes
Recite poems of rage,
Unapologetic.
Poems of candour,
Their love
And the pits they
Broke their leg in.
I smile.
My mentors,
longed for, refreshing.
I am home.
These soft, fierce
Humans,
These women.
Wasting no time in
Small talk
And pandering.
Ankles of steel
Forged with a pen.
Glints of menacing
Swathed in flavourful
Humour.
Lives, in earnest,
Transmuted.
No longer muted.
Never muted.

I will find you all
And soak you in.