she has a civil tongue

they call her death

she has a civil tongue

 

so the day

goes down

strangles the moon

buries the

standing king

 

she has no civil tongue

he laughs

 

the stranded king

 

i need to learn

to whisper

 

not softly

not quietly

 

i am borne of tongues.

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