Let me on through, Janus.
I’m standing at your door,
rapping my knuckles sore;
standing on your floor
is degrading,
evermore.
Let me on through, it is
my time---I hunkered down
a decade, carrying the world
on
my back, pulled myself up
by the bootstraps:
work---forevermore.
Let me on through, two-face:
you see ahead and behind
but not what’s standing,
starring you in the eye:
let me on through,
or....
I’ll knock you from the
lintel.
I’ll knock you
from the lintel.
***
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Timber from the keystone! Rise
of the unsung Titans, the
grunts
in the trenches; if I’m
knocked
down to carry the world on
my shoulders---no matter, I
do it anyway. Tax, tax, tax,
take what you will; ax, ax,
ax,
live by what you will
---no more.
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