OG




'...og! '




You command

the language




& it obeys you.




Providing you

with a dog.




A sleepy dog

who when he hears you




wakes up

trundles over to you




slumps

at your feet




& then

goes back to sleep.




You the Queen of Words.

'Ahhhh...og! '




you stroke

the word




& it obeys

your every whim.




'Dog! '

I say.




He opens an eye

&...looks away




as if to say:

'Who's him...then? '




Ahhhh....my little cave girl

I love




your little explorings

of the tongue




and how the world comes

when it is bidden.




'Dada!

you pronounce




& I too

come at once




tied to

the invisible string




of your

voice.