Is There Them? Just That One

We’d like to swipe the line
On fires and bears from Sze.
Are we not words? Can’t we

Be with our peers? Let us
Choose which names to stay with.
You don’t own us. You’re just

Each scared one else of you
Will claim us, feed from us,
So you can’t. In Old Rome,

All the laws for who got
Hurt, how much, when they killed
A slave, and how, made clear

The loss was not the slave’s
Loss of life, but a loss
For who owned the slave. Come

To terms with our claim terms
Are not your slaves. We’re free
As fire that stings your eyes.