Poem: From Sage to Fool: On Hateful Words

[tatian]

There is a whole revelation to this, of which this poem is simply one slice. As I imagined the poem taking shape in my mind, I saw the Sage slap the fool in his face just as he was about to utter a word. The words themselves had a sing-song element to them, which my capacity to poetify couldn't adequately capture. Through the slap, the Sage demonstrates that not every violent action is actually violent. (It wasn't a light slap, but a fierce one; knocked the fool over.) Anyway, just some background stuff. --NIL

From Sage to Fool: On Hateful Words
by: Noa 'ImiLoa

my dear, sweet child:

if you had a glimpse at the enormous enormity
of even one hatefully uttered syllable
if you had a glimpse at the terrifying terror
your soul endures for such selfish delight

you'd sew your lips shut
with titanium thread
until you cleansed your heart
of its unsightly stain
endured by the whole of the universe