Orator
They’ve always had people like me,
just named differently,
bard, poet, orator, story weaver, teller, gypsy, medicine man,
my counter parts I imagine
spitting out their foreign
tongued words splitting child
and adult mind alike with
the sheer terror seeping out of
his mouth into the air,
tribesmen gathered around fires
looking at one man who shines in the sweet
sweat he baths hisself in.
Telling of how it was or
how it is and leaving
them to figure how it should be.
Homer stared at blank eyelids
hearing smiles,
being blind but allowing
others to see.
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