From The Posit Trilogy


Why maenads
torment Orpheus

is that his songs
need to be sung

to attentive audiences,
not little rapists—

he’s always on
the run these days,

maenads hunt him
down, unwind his

parts, so that he’s
too loose, a ball

of rubber, who
can’t front, body

public, seed
so much in the

street that he’s
more urchin

than artist,
they dice up his

babies, it’s a never
ending cycle, yet

he keeps his

because (he thinks)
who knows, he’s

learned not to look
back, and raps

don’t reach him anymore—