A language pulsates
underneath my skin,
a language in which
I await a dream,
a death wish,
a language bequeathed
to me in a night of
hushed love-making.
There is another language
that waits, makes its presence
felt among the shadows.
Deep into the night
when the axe pierces my body
and my guts spill out,
I shriek
in that language.
