“Language” by Evan Carr


language- a circle-
The corridors of my soul
language- a loaded gun
          (We forge, wordless heart bullet of dancing lyricism)

language- a vesuvian mouth;
          Pompeii and Herculaneum,
buried under the fire rocks of Italy.


language- a golden bracelet-
          on the tip of my tongue
language- a prophecy
          speaking in tongues

language- a symbol for thought
          Transcending the empire
language- a diamond in the quicksand
          building our house to dissolve

          language- a winter’s night
               faded under sky of muslin
          language-a barrier of stone
               between the silver guard and the tomb of the unknown
          language- a stronghold entrenched
     in the apple of our eye's