
Freedom
From the diner of clichés,
I summon a word;
A lens, an eye,
A sword
Vegan, organic, gluten free,
It arrives on a metallic scooter
In an orange pizza box
Insulated and cold
Indefinitely guilty
Perpetually in debt -
The very debt you paid back sevenfold
In silhouetted blood
In stencilled gold -
A traitorous hero,
A principled coward,
A genuine fraud,
Created
in the image of fear
from the clay of phobia
with the scent of mould
It flows in your veins like a virus
It flows through your brain like a code,
Surging, italicised, bold
All in the same box
Insulated and cold
—freedom.