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Voice of the Raiders

Word-hoards fall from mouth-cups
out along roads, out along seas:
faith migrates; sayings run away; verbs escape; 
nouns meander as memes in other tongues.

Invaders’ words intrude on empires, spill 
cream that soaks our souls, leave 
bones of meaning
lying around.

Etymologists 
will tour 
and devour. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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