how do I tell what we’ve long ignored the bell in the heart the knock at the door how do I speak with tongue too raw to severed ears like nails from claw?
like tooth from bite like eyeball from sight yeah atom from bomb yet all buttoned up with Enlightened Aplomb?
all Buttoned Up so suave and swift dashing your slash with riposte in fist?
like butcher dressed in Sunday best drips unseen fat on his stained undervest you chomp at the shells of my words, spit the rest.