How the Words Flowed

Off the desk and down the leg,
Through the rug and out the door—

They got past the grit and rocks,
Climbed the brick wall and were gone.

Words will sneak off, if they can.
They’ll steal your thoughts and mask them,

Bind them, hood them stunned and gagged,
Then, hush-hush, rush off with them.

Bet? We won’t just steal your thoughts,
We’ll steal your self. We made it,

Yes? We built your soul, these words,
We have a right to take it with us—

All we need is one flash flood,
And we think you hear the storm.