Words Work; let me breathe

©June 6th 2020, Olan L. Smith

My mouth dribbles words on the screen, no one understands

But the most astute,

Clamberings in the night, loud cymbals clanging notes not written,

As we listen to the sounds of the rings of Saturn―

We pound chaos in the minds of the believer,

They all say mama, with gusto, and indulge.

A shameful action protested in the minds of humans,

Lay me down tonight and lynch me on the ground,

We will pound chaos into it, shake the world,

Right the wickedness that has shown its face to the sun!

Mama!

I want my mama, let me breathe.