To these authors

Your words are a deity
that is why they make minds bow
to the horns of history
dear master of anagrams
Dan Brown.
you do not worry about the light
or the second sun in death,
I give you libations even in tombs
holding you and not your words
dear leader Rumi.
if you meet Narcissus
in the River of truth and God
hold high these words feeble with glory
strained from the last blood I give
from truth to you Paulo C the Bee.

Ruddapoet