The Tongue

Over all the world
asleep or waking
dark or daylight
rises the buzz of words

For giving and taking orders?
Gestures would serve.
Exchange of reason?
One of a pair must listen
to be enlightened:
few care to be the ears.

Instruction? Graphs are plainer.
Confidences? Best not made!
Expression of desire, or grief?
Grimaces deal with these.

But, for belonging
language is all.
He who is lacking, or cannot hear
the common tongue
is outlawed from the tribe.


© The Estate of Dorothy Cowlin 1998–2021. All rights reserved.

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