Your words took my breath away.
They killed me with their song.
They made my womb turn over.
Sing to me again.
The words I must speak
will sentence me to death.
I believe this, not that,
and know that I shall burn for it.
My beloved spake and said unto me,
Rise up, my Love, my fair one, and come away.
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over, and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth,
The time of the singing of birds is come,
And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
You believe nothing
they screamed, through the scarves
that hid their faces.
In praise of God
whom your words besmirch
we are about to make nothing of you
in one short burst.
I demand
freedom of speech
I demand the right to say
whatever I like
and do to the truth
whatever suits my purposes
and defraud my neighbour
in whatever way pleases me
through my words
for my gain.
We made the bus bright red, he said
in glee. So the plebs would think
that they and we
belong on the same side.
Tee hee.
Fiddle-de-dee.
The People have Spoken
and We must Obey.
Tee hee.
Your words
have cut me to the quick
they have cleaved me
from crown to crotch.
Split in two
I cannot live more.
Lord, I am not worthy
that you should enter under my roof,
but only say the word
and my soul shall be healed.
On the last day, he said :
Tell my children that I lied
for their sakes.
I cheated on a people and a world
so that my own blood might flourish.
Though there be no world left
and the lie now rules,
my children will play in the sun
and I say
the People have Spoken,
I say, it is the People’s Will,
but I and my children know
that it is my will prevailed.
In casting my spell
I stole their world.
Your words touch me
with such truth and delicious penetration
that my womb turns over.
I can tell a lie
by the way my flesh
crawls on hearing it
and a pillar of salt
replaces my free spirit
and my proud city
crumbles in ruin.
Our words cleared the air between us.
Both of us could breathe now –
not just the one.
We ceased
choking on each other.
Your words poisoned the atmosphere.
Faces fell and then froze.
A bubble of foam
escaped between green lips.
Words can mean whatever you make of them.
They can play people like hooked fish.
You reel people in with words.
Then you gut them.
Words fail me. I am lost for words.
Lord, retrieve me. I fail of my being.
I am overborne. I cannot break free.
Send me word
when you can, if you will.
I live on word. No word
no heart left beating.
You have been killing me with your song
so sweetly that I could have wished
my dying could last forever.
We made the bus bright red, he said.
Tee hee.
Fiddle-de-dee.
The People have Spoken.
Lord, I am not worthy
that you should enter under my roof,
but only say the word
and my soul shall be healed.
Rogan Wolf, 26th August 2016