March 24, 2012
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Brand new poem
Just wrote this about an hour ago. I am not sure yet what I meant, but I like the way I tried to say it.
Lost in Translation
We are sometimes like the Codetalkers,
scrambling the circuits of our enemies
by speaking in the native tongue,
the sound full of clarity and relevance
but so much noise somehow,
incomprehensible babble, and silly.
The words swirl in the air
a shaft of smoke and cloud
ricocheting off the bruised skull
leaving the scalps dangling
as they fling themselves like
abandoned eagle feathers
their ancient chants a mute echo
limbs flailing in a forgotten dance
the bodies rocking with
a feeling I can no longer name.
