for Adam Sedia
But why against one poor poet, a hundred men?
“Cyrano de Bergerac”
What dreams do come to distress needful sleep,
to cause me wakeful to take up my pen
and write by Roman candle light of deep
portentous auguries that must needs frighten
vates and seers bound the truth to keep?
Against my will, this fiendish nightmare bid
me mount and, bellicose, courses its night
journey towards a pillar of acrid,
smoth’ring smoke. It commands me to alight
and witness that which pity ought forbid.
Upon this place of abomination,
Nero’s pleasure dome, I descend to view
diverse sinners in diverse damnation:
foolish, weak, confused, some few evil too;
gruesome aspects lit by conflagration.
Not to the damned but to that fiery light
my eyes attend, transfixed in horror.
For my visage I see, and on my right
and left fellow guildsmen, with mad furor
persecuted for the crime of Word-wright.
If burn we must, poets, then let us blaze
an incendiary light whose brilliance
sights oriel eyes while souls it parlays
into searing burning-bush radiance.
On truth as human torches, let them gaze.
 “Crushed by the Leftist Juggernaut: One Lawyer’s Story,” by Adam Sedia.
 Cumulatively or alternatively, a divinely inspired prophet, poet or oracle
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