The creator, unacknowledged,
poking holes in the sand,
unaware of his giving
to an unforgiving thief.
Ideas and images that come with no license
sifted through the minds of mimicking birds,
cackling and droning multiple monster rebirths.
That poet there, has become a lawyer–
“They are only words,” he says.
Or has he become like Donald Trump.
and would try to trademark words?
Would he set a parrot in front of the patent clerk
and license each phrase the bird repeated,
A poet capitalist?