Slave

[whitman]

The wind withheld questions
From the fire that
Interviewed me about
Hidden dreams that were
Untaxed during
My periods as a slave
To the clouds with my
Conscience buried in an unmarked grave

[tailor STATELY]

Enigmatic poem... a slave being interviewed in death, whose consciousness resides in a grave... the fire (inquisitor) seeking back taxes... Enjoyed :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
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