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.
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