My Name Is The Subject Poem by Daniel Brick

My name, both inherited
and merited, has affirmed
my identity for seven decades
against a swirling mass of
competing names, crowding
the spaces of the world
in which we either prevail
or fail utterly. I fear
that anonymity, so I seek
refuge. At least in a sentence
my name has an unassailable
predominance: my name takes
the place of honor as
The Subject. All other words
must place themselves in deference
to its mighty grammatical position.
Like the KING piece on a chess board,
the sentence subject is the key player.
Even the verbs, those electrons
among words, are secondary as they
spin and swirl in orbit around
their acknowledged center. My name
is the sun which casts its glory
over that verbal flight. And lesser
words - adjectives, adverbs, etc. -
fill in gaps of meaning, making
whole the sentence over which
my name sways, the most powerful
being in this small world of grammar.