Words Grow Oysters Go Down

Words Grow Oysters Go Down

Words grow on barbed wire
On acid rain with sugar droplets
They sit on foreigners tongues assembled
Numbered and fermenting
Difficult to pronounce
Or say in public
Words never come easily
Buying vowels is expensive
Consonants too solid for the air around them
Stay heavy. They end there, untouched
Some words never fit the mouth
And remain unborn
Language seedlings grow in nations
Cultivated underground like mushrooms
Tasting damp and dark
Natural words slip away
Down the throat like oysters
There are no words for that
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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