L'Nass Shango Poet Free verse

This Metaphor

Here is my metaphor
Don't touch it now
I am a fisherman with a deceptive line
I throw back nothing
But by clever design
I bait and hide the deadly thing
Word like a bomb exploding
When you shackled my feet
You did not undersatand 
You were walking on oral quicksand
My tongue is crucified if you fetter my hands.
In a coffle
There is no need to negotiate
The eleders have left the tree and closed the gate
I have no home again
I am your fate
This metaphor, this oil on water
This incubator of fire.

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Kristin Reynolds March 14, 2009 at 9:34 AM Wow. I am blown away by this wicked, amazing awesome poem. that 3rd line - wow, can i relate! I am as well, and most of my poems are so thick with metaphore, the meaning get's lost beneath, but i like it. this way it is what it is, to whomever it needs to be. this is going into my favorites, and so are you. love, Kristin