Three Variations On Speaking Truth To Power

Haiku
Speak truth to power,
buried to your neck in sand
as the tide rolls in.

Rhyme
Willful, he speaks his truth to power
as a man against the surging tides;
speaking until the late evening hour
when wave upon wave rolls and collides
with the wide, unwinding, shell-strewn land;
speaking to stop the ocean with truth
while buried to his neck in the sand,
the moon unmoved above—aloof.

Ebb And Flow Rhythm
Willful, he speaks his truth
to power,
the moon climbing high, aloof,
hour to hour
while wave upon wave collides
with the shore;
a man against the tides
speaking evermore,
yet buried to his neck in sand,
the moon sitting atop its tower
as he stakes his final stand,
gurgling truth against power
while the surf strikes his face
like the backwash of his own words
as he struggles, stuck in place,
and there gather the seabirds
to torment him as the waters rise
and the hours dim to night,
deaf to his cries
in the cold moonlight.

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