Our whole life
a translation
the permissible fibs
and now a knot of lies
eating at itself
to get undone
Words bitten thru words~
~meanings burnt-off like paint
under the blowtorch
All those dead letters
rendered into the oppressor's language
Trying to tell the doctor where it hurts
like the Algerian who waled form his village,
burning his whole body
a could of pain
and there are no words for this
except himself
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