With
our wounded mouths
Slightly
chlorinated nevertheless
We
make noise till we’ve had enough
O
listen!
Vast
syllabic nebula galactic nervous system
Trembling
and aflame the unexplained
Region
of language
Listen
we say we matter
Goddammit
Here
we writhe
Like
mute slugs beneath a stultifying blaze
Sun
stunned and desperate for a bit of shade
Here
we float on a little boat
Waiting
for sound and sensibility
So
we can throw the zebras overboard
And
toss the zoo keeper too
Here
we sleep without dreams
Silent
in the outer reaches of the universe
Who
cares how we got our cosmic eardrums
Leaving God nothing but his bones