A Curious Cluster of Whispers and Howls
What still life, in words upon the page?
Yet animated in rhythms of the tongue
Soft-mouthed or read aloud, in unison
Spoken in solitude or rising like the tide
In the ribcages of a thousand men
Some skilled orator
With the heartbeat of a nation in his hands
A silent offering from the lips
Of midnight prayer
A lover's vow
A battle song
What meaning we assign
A curious cluster of whispers and howls
Vulgarity, obscenity, profanity, blasphemy
A sacred hymn
A holy chant
Divine syllables...
The secret names of god
What still life, in words upon the page?
Yet animated in rhythms of the tongue
Copyright © Joe Buddha | Year Posted 2016
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