This Ain't Right

This Ain't Right

You own the voices in your head,

but who owns their dreams, 

     forces them into the hole,

          or into the fields, 

threatens to take their families.

Worse, who owns you, a dreamer, 

or lobsters you've given power to.

It may seem as though it's an abbé

or advisor but what if it flatters 

like a sophist or worse insinuates 

itself into these private dreams, 

     steers you to do that which 

would have been unthinkable. 

     What if it's a spy.

          What if it's Iago?