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.