Neutered Gestures

Turn my tongue to ash.
Stuff my mouth with garlic.
Break my fingers
Bind my hands,
Stitch my eyes
Bury me under the thousand stones
Of ruined Babel.
It makes no difference.
I am ever so far from you.

This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published Jun 26, 2009
  
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