Words

WORDS
A moment’s surrender obligatory
Hold that penchant
That insidious spewing

Pilfer words from your tongue
Examine their fury
Like mad dog frothing

Fathom you cannot
In The heat of the fracas
A moment’s surrender requisite

Think, man, of the unsullied
Stained for generations by
Ignorant anger at symbolism

In the cavity of your jaw
Replace the freed prose
Feel their fury flounder like ice before fire

Freed from the need to eradicate
Proffer the thought
Do words need to be spewed at all?