Acceptance Speech

Confess to me

A bleeding tongue dripping gold

Cut me

Warm skin but the steel is cold

Bind me

Only ancient arts mend wounds so old

Blind me

A last glimpse at cards you refuse to fold

Drown me

Made fast to’er mast as she’s pitched & rolled

Scorch me

Touch off powder from th’flintlock you hold

Envelop me

Who can deny what our stars foretold?