i i i

 i  i  i

all these poems  so full of i 

go

the back door is open do not slam IT

but there you go and me saying go

take your id and your ego

 

and ergo you are gone and

left the poem devoid of i i i

the petals of stone and iron unfold 

the lie of the land of this verse 

no more accursed with i it can fly 

and so it will