THE VOICE

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:11pm

The Voice, My Voice

which emanates from

My Sordid Black Box

is The Strident Voice Of Command

laying out facts

straight on a platter

not as an offering

but with the insistence

that You take

what I dish out

not as punishment

but to quell the notion

of an ideal world

for Our World is The Real World

dark & defiant

crawling with Human Beings