Someone

"Someone was before me at my water-trough". 

D.H. Lawrence

Waiting for my turn,

Waiting for my attorney to come

And speak in my place.

My words are devoid of language,

Outrage in the calling specter of verbiage.

I am a foreigner in my mother tongue,

I am an islander outside of my own.

I am Socrates.

I think of Socrates as if I was Socrates.

 And then I think of Socrates. And I think of me.