I Give A Speech To Rome Atop A Royal Balcony, By A Caryatid Poem by Alexej Savreux

I shall make my words brief. I shall make my wishes elegant.
when there is, what there is, where there is,
why there is ‘tis but opportune and laughable fortunes
... and yet the Kingdom erupts with oralcry screams
chants, processions, games, volcanoes, civilizations of triumphalism
O, you fellow Patriot, downfallen, downfallen,
then erupt like Pompeii, I scream from the mouth
..the Dream shoots off, the cities melt and crumble, dissembling
Boorish! I orate. Arms outstretched, in flowing robes. Noise. Deafening, deafening noise.
But only silence from I,
.....and I revel in the noise, that deafening, deafening deaf deaf noise!