A New Way To Speak

Fumble the vowels around your tongue and
jumble your jowls, fill your lung with sibilance and
silence and let sweet hisses stir from the
soft sawgrass of the
stomach.
Some sounds seek meaning and some sounds are meaning;
some sounds lay lodged within the heart,
syllables like Clacton-spears,
forgotten but discrete,
buried in the muck of millennia,
words that
can still wound,
words that
can still kill.

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