shutting up (20170627)

sew my mouth closed
pack my tongue in
pickling salt and alum

i have no benediction
left

blessed are the hungry
they will be told to get a job

wire my jaw shut
pour fast-drying wet cement
up my nose
and leave my head in the sun
to dry

blessed are the infirm
they will die in misery

replace my head
with one of stone
use my vocal cords
for penny guitars

blessed are the other
they will be forced into corners
into alleys
into slavery of all forms
cut out of their skins
and trapped within them

——

for
dVerse ~ Poets Pub
Blessings