someone hacked my poetry blog
instead of marking it with profane graffiti
there were beautiful letters forming
unspoken words
all placed together to create
metaphors of great philosophic
and religious importance
I was stunned
perplexed
wanting more
instead of someone taking
to use for their own aggrandizement
here were left the hacker’s musings
memorabilia
momentos
poems presented as though
I was the writer
the fear was great
what if they returned
what if the words became so memorable
that even I began to believe that I wrote them
what if I became the very hacker who hacked me
wordshophop 