‘Please, just a few more words’
I’ll whisper in their ears.
They’ll hear my question,
taste the words, consider
my value, my very being.

They’ll deliberate, I’m sure.
Robed fools stuck so fast
to unfeeling silver screens.
Hushed murmurs deciding
a fate I’ve never wanted.

‘What will you give us?’
The man-thing will ask.
‘What is this boon worth.’
What price befits salvation?
I can offer naught but my life.

They will hide to think on it.
Minds unused to deeper thought.
Then they’ll return, at my peak
‘We offer you that which you ask.’
And I will have obscurity.