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