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a poem by Karl Koweski (2 of 2)
when the axe entered the forest
the trees said
see there...
the handle is one of us
so the Yoruba proverb goes
"hope" and "change"
the new hatchets
chopping chunks from
the fallen tree
of liberty
no different
than the words
that have come before
patriotism
sacrifice
we're just
juggling letters
now
better
to wipe away
the alphabet
and invent
a new language
altogether
see there...
the handle is one of us
the new hatchets
chopping chunks from
the fallen tree
of liberty
than the words
that have come before
sacrifice
juggling letters
now
to wipe away
the alphabet
a new language
altogether