ink

“The blackest of fluid[s] is used as an agent to  
enlighten the world.”—Douglas William Jerrold  
 
ink is my id, my iamb, and my true soul;  
my rite of passage in life's rock'n'roll.  
i write my message so the page may tremble  
and bear my song where blind men seek parole.  
 
ink stains my canvas with the blood of martyrs,  
whose voice on me its urgencies confers.  
free choice may be the fort where scripts assemble,  
whose repertoire the human spirit stirs.  
 
ink judges me and blesses who deciphers  
the levity my pen to him infers.  
earth’s brevity my yen , in its preamble,  
with ink fecundity, feeds aquifers.  
 
ink sperms my epitaph upon the parchment,  
so when i'm gone, a remnant element  
again may spawn a virtuous ensemble,  
whose constancy no blot can circumvent.  
 
© Copyright 2023 August 30  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫