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Answering Kate Tempest

Kennet Benoit-Hutchins 1952 (Snowdon, Montreal, QC)



I am definitely no renegade
Only a fast brief burst of light,
Shards of knowledge by grenade
My wings of wax take flight.

My faith has not lost its heart,
As it flits with our listless fate
It vanishes aromatic as a fart,
But my hope lives, never late.

I am definitely no renegade,
My light absorbed, used up,
Seen by players in an arcade
Til tilted like a beggar’s cup.

Now I have been imbibed, burped,
Night soil for ideals, evil and good
I do not yield, never ever usurped
I can not be bitten, tasted as food.

As I follow the Zeppelin sky pathway,
Sing not ever of an electric body,
I’m the whitless man in the archway
Neurons buffet my pinkness bloody.

I am definitely no renegade,
Bruised and bloodstained, I die
I am, now proudly so unafraid,
So in my death, I can only lie.

As with every lie, there is truth,
A false idol rends the testament
Soulless, never to meet honest Ruth,
Her widow’s voice calls us to Judgment.

About this poem

Kate Tempest is a British spoken word artist, musician and poet. This is a response to her poem - Renegade

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Kennet Benoit-Hutchins

A Canadian ambulatory Homo sapiens male, who muses and just sometimes, remembers to make note of a verse or two. Unionist with Unifor, accident adjudicator. Runs amok with words, occasionally coherent. more…

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