Inaugural Fuck Yous

When I am sworn into a secret sea,
I will stand and face the world stage,
And spout my vengeful rhetoric
From floating mountains to the page,
Where globally they'll censor me,
By heedless malfeasance deplored.

I will stand naked and shivering
While growing hoarse in a rage,
Until two rivers flow back by threes,
And bottles of restorative tonic
Run empty and we all die thirsty.
Trees: I pout and fiddle near fire,

And I'll curl up inside the harp lip--
To conjure some literal muse's music--
Who'll refuse to meet me there stiff,
Then quieter still until my heart expires,
Softly screaming my inaugural fuck yous.
What a harsh trip to meet your ancestors.