Bass Vocalist & Piano
Duration: 8 minutes
Commissioned by Benjamin Sieverding
Premiere: 6 April 2013, Ann Arbor, MI
KING – Poetry by Megan Levad
And so my people sook to me
for bread, to settle scores
wind out the days; good names for boys
and prayers for the newly dead
My realm was me, I was my realm.
Each wood, the jenny wrens in every hedge,
each sunfish in each mottled, reed-choked pond,
I’ve always had an appetite
but lust’s no fun.
With every seduction guaranteed,
you’ll find you only get her body,
letter, form, the silhouette, her squirming
deed, but not her will.
Ever since that skein of ants
hand-overed golden grains
into my barking mouth
it has been dear to me,
In all my kingdom no one is less free.
© 2013 Megan Levad