My Letter Naked

The whole while I wrote my letter naked With my blood I cut each word deep And made I but one step from my desk dropped it subway Like a useless undergarment Sewn of toilet paper, destitute of the sewer Stepped on it with mud, a furious matador A newborn gospel, straight to the congress Naked then I walked, bouncing, my buttocks hiccuping And aping ding-dong bells, vegetative anger Passing by baffled men, starved of piety Gawking with their garments Faithfully tucked in their groove Speaking in tantalizing tongues Of learned men, calling me a witch Lest they without sin throw the stones I sped back to my day as the night crept To pick my garment, my linen Cover my nakedness and scream A man of letters is here Count me.