Armor
By Sy Roth
Not a knight
But suited in armor nonetheless.
Right now, I am night,
Shrouded in a darkness.
They see me
Or perhaps just look at me
Hidden in shade.
A shade adorned in blue and gold
Messenger of nothing.
But what they see
Or are willing to attribute.
An attribute given meaning
Bellwether of the herd.
Language unheard in the fog
Of the tolling bells.
Can't cipher meaning in this attention
While at attention
Doing the duty of being
Dressed in the armor
Of the general moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem