Almighty you

Your words translate into all languages but mine.
The tapestry weaves images they understand.
concealing the pain many thought was understood.

Your anger hides a spirit that none can touch,
body filled with righteous indignation and applause,
a world rings out with pain you cannot touch.

Your cape floats in the wind of triumph and concession.
The words surrounding you crumble in indignation,
whether right or not, there is enough to hold firm.

Your strikes are not worth the bottle you discard,
my pain is not worth time that for you does not count,
what things pass are not your’s to disclose or wonder.

Antipathy cannot solve a mystery’s concession,
words do not echo the meaning beyond civility,
the world beyond your words cannot fathom my return.