THE EMOTIONAL CONDOM OF THE WORLD

THE EMOTIONAL CONDOM OF THE WORLD

 

I heard we grew our great brains by eating meat

and, needing to spread information about it,

about farming, hunting, killing, eating things

developed words for birds that sing with their wings...

now, the pre-verbal, the thought-pattern, translated

into words, via the mechanics of meaning, is diluted.

Language is the emotional condom of the world,

into which we are all so traumatically hurled.

One day we may learn to eat language, but for now

I’ll settle for the rump of the local farmer’s cow.

◄ TO REDEEM A DREAM OF FREEDOM

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