The Zodiac of Words
Some words are spoken of
as though they were a whisper
Some words are the wings of small birds
that fly out of the skirts of young women
Some words are like the daggers
of moonlight
that pierce the darkness of silent rooms
Some words are like the deep vowels
of old women chanting prayers
Some words are exactly like the lies
false lovers tell each other
on their way towards betrayal
Some words are so delicate they
barely fit into your hand
Disappear without trace
Some words are like the snow
that sleeps in the memory
Some words are like stolen corn
eaten in the lost innocence of childhood
Some words die of their weight
like buildings so tired
they collapse of sadness
Some words are like bread
being given to a dying leader
Some words are more hungry
than hunger
Some words are the mask
the executioner wears
Two eyes & no smile
Some words are made up of so many
broken match sticks
they will never again make fire
And some words are like saying goodbye
in a train station
one has never been
