to tongue or not to tongue
reed stone heart word mushrooms explode in mouth the world
in this bowl of broth
my mother has sung
songs her mother sung in
the making of another poor
and thin in the time
of war remember the words we spoke
to vanquish the hungering always
remembrance of sweet a piece a peach
peace the nights cold ponds
all faith fled
notes
pot mouth belly empty clangs hunger
urgent as sirens
curfew curlew clamour heart bold
in the star-stare shiver a bristle of brisk stems salt-water edged
gills gulls fret air she bends
an egg palmed
shell cap fractures voice rupture
all lost in a night where the tongue
silenced
tastes no more
remember
stone
soup
Broth
By berni m janssen | 1 October 2015