I am the god you mis-named
who patrols the rooms of the palace
which you abandon each morning
& return to at night, burdened
by words & ideas & other things
I cannot eat. (I have grown fat
feeding on wild things in your absence;
in this way, there is no part of me, tamed) —
Keep your milk. I drink from the lake
while you furiously dream.
— Poem by Benjamin Aleshire