Jul 12, 2008 13:41
wild tigers
i.
the heart;
closing shutters, blinds
disconnected valves and electricity
silence does the dirty work
resounding in you with my absence
and for that i'm sorry; a coward
solitary holds no hands
or conjunctions
ii.
the soul;
if i have one, swims
through my veins around my organs
cries until i weep for need to be free
from this mind-controlled body
my tongue twists
like a noose against me
when i speak the father's name
Av, ml Romani mal,
Pawdel dur chumbas.
We submit to no king