“If you see my mouth open, make a mark (Ah) above the letter, in the air. If I close my mouth, put the mark (O) before the letter, if I bare my teeth, bury a mark (I) under the letter; each movement a syllable and each syllable a sound.”
Movements, Musa -- mo’ments
lead to nowhere, unlike a letter:
the former being open and
undocumented, the latter –
accusations; La La,
is it be’er
to be exact, carving the air
we sound, or caught
mumuring & all the world hears?
A barbarous barber's cut:
two lambs
I dash, in your name,
two tongues that hold
the mouth still open
to see if you answer
to it; a mutilated
air.
