Some say words
can't run riot...
A few laugh
when leaves whisper
and feet can't graze
when we are transfixed
in a moment where change's
threat is pure
diahrrea....
They should have done this
centuries ago, before the children
learned to ditest
this apprenticeship
and now the burden
rolls in the ash
of its dispair....
Now others fear words,
and we will watch
when like the Gonera bees
the words will chase them
into their caves of no return.
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