Words

Words soothe,
Good
They inflame,
Better
Flickering inferno
Can words
Boil over
With out
Having to scrape
Them off
The bottom
Of your shoe
Must we
Smut we
Force them
Through
Ripping open
Every
Bodily
Or
Can we
Say
What we mean
Without
Fu-
-rniture that
We stub our
Toes on
In this world
Now
Is
Our only recourse
Howling grossly
Into war
Pain
Violence
Intolerable
Solitude

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