Wise Poets – Michael T Young – The One In Power

Michael T Young

He had a dog that failed
to come when he called,
so had it executed
and stuffed.
He likes to squeeze
the pinched neck
of an hourglass
to imagine himself
strangling time.
In his garden, trees
are cultivated to bow
toward the main path
so it seems, as he passes,
even nature obeys him.
To calm his nerves,
he’ll sit in bed at night
with a dictionary,
crossing out the words
he doesn’t like.