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Massacre

November 29, 2021
By sako13 SILVER, Chatsworth, California
sako13 SILVER, Chatsworth, California
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Mouth melts to stillness

Skin is flaked in deceit

I let my syllable prayer

Deceive me the night

I realized that the tiles

Crafting our suburban

Monolith are untouched

By the grains of homeland.

 

Speech utters the last of

Our love songs and sorcery

Cranking metal too far for elastic

To grow taut in the palm of fluency

Letting the ancient masters

Sit unfulfilled and futile

An exhibition crumbling a pomegranate

Of words to the dust of a foreign magic.


The author's comments:

This piece explores the fading nature of my culture's mother tongue as individuals speak it less often in America.


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