Rattle-tongue

 

I look at the bottom of a hole that remains lifeless

Inside ants are talking about me

 

Silence around

It is easy to tell the voices of clouds

 

And in this silence I think of the shady mute trick

Reserved to my most respectable back

Well

Why don’t you speak so I can start you

Rattle-tongue

Spit into your brothers’ mouth

 

Maybe the sun is shy

He does not speak to the wind

Of strange fervours hid within himself

While the leaden sea remains hanging

Always beneath the sky

To talk about it is useless

 

And in this silence I think of the shady mute trick

Reserved to my most respectable back

Well

Why don’t you speak so I can analyse you

Rattle-tongue

Spit into your brothers’ mouth

Why don’t you speak so I can start you

Rattle-tongue