I got fire in the head!
Imbas on the inside, so red!
A cauldron of poetic frenzy brewing the content of the universe
Translating, melding it down, an inspired stew-in-verse
More than a measure of grammar, meter and rhyme
Through head, heart and gut, universal space and time
Twisting like a whirlpool spinning mastery of words
Spitting reddening satire – the kind that really burns
But it’s just prophecy in motion, the wisdom of a bard
Passing judgments with clarity till you know who you are!
(This poem was originally written in 2004 as a final exam for an undergraduate anthropology class. – I got an A. – I was looking through some old writings and it just felt relevant again.)