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Thursday, July 5, 2012

WORDS



Words haunt me

Ghosts are pleased

To appear in words’ apparel

Beauty, ugliness

All in their custody

Mothers weep over words

In youth and in old age

My sweet one!

Oh! My hell of a one!

Oh! Father killer!

The libido has no place

In the universal order of suffering

Not only in Rwanda or Somalia

Everywhere words kill others

Especially the most loved

So I keep mum.

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