Wednesday, 26 August 2015

Word Crimes and Punishment

When words are not enough
or too much 
and their verticality bends
into an arrowhead of retribution
when the maladies of incoherence 
exact a price for a pierced cure
that digs deep into the heart of narration
and as bloodlines eject
the ineptitudes of love
the baby words 
with the babble-bathed waters 
dirtied in the necessary intercourse
of the lightest touch
on the finest handkerchief ,
when words are not enough
and too much
and the rent-collectors 
come charging 
for helpless trespasses 
those rendered naked 
must go
must go far away
to an ancient tree
and a blue mountain 
where it is said gather on certain dawns
that will not freeze
and nights that will not end
the poets from a different century
who recite in a thankfully foreign tongue
the poetry of silence 
made of all ignorances 
and thus clothe 
but barely so
the uncouth, imprudent men
who once dared to speak 
and desecrate thereby

the holy lands of love. 

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