The word doesn’t wonder how good it is
It doesn’t deliberate
Nor hang back
Shamefaced
Thinking
Of shrinking because it lacks eloquence
The word doesn’t think at all
It just is.
Fall
Conjures a feeling
Fly
Of flight
Adjectives describe
Drawing pictures in the mind
It is not the word
That is heard
But the meaning we denote
Which all of course, occurs
In the mind
The word holds no power
Except when we charge it
Then something as simple
As two letters
Which spell
“No”
In any language
Can begin a war
But don’t blame the words
It wasn’t their fault
No
It was the mind which could not accept
The mind that was rendered inept
The fingers that leapt
To
Push
And provoke
And prod
And direct
And I wish with all of my heart
That some bodies were blind deaf and mute
Because they can’t handle words
Can’t begin to accept
Another point of view
And that
Is indeed a problem
Because there is no such thing
As a diminishing
Lack
Of
Words
