Your Name Is Good

Ten times say your name fast in a row
and you will get a foreign country
where subversives blow up baby buggies
because they cannot run the government

You will find the Latin species name
for an iridescent butterfly living high up
in the Amazon, which mates and then it dies

If you call yourself by your full name
the one beknighted on you by your loving parents
and you say it swiftly ten times in a row

You may discover yourself to be an exquisite gadget
on a spaceship headed for the moon, an element
of astronomical importance, in competent hands

You will hear the name of an obscure rondele
written by a protege of Mozart, a silly dance
for an odd assortment of laughing people.

What you will not hear is who you are, in the flesh
and in the mind. You are not a beast that Adam
named. You are a human mystery, and you are fine