words –
it is the dummy the baby gets, so it doesn’t scream –
words –
it is the whore for those, whom nobody loves –
it is the chair of the old man –
do not make crumbs of the fresh bread of life,
to be thrown to the ruffled birds of the future –
bare your teeth and bite into it –
take large mouthfuls,
and thank again –
let the hard, salty nails of the sea tear
at your skin,
that you may feel
the glowing sun of life –