Art For Sale

Clapping with one hand,
when a suicide note was found
in the fist of a dead man.

I set the fire in my chest,
remaining again
unanswerable to you.

Inadequate was the
street sense, where the walls
go empty and meaning
was lost.

Take away my name,
my face, my legacy.I will
come back when nightingale sings.

Where was the law,
when you spoke truth
and lightning struck the temple?