Speaking In Tongues
Guided by Voices


by Aspid

* * *

Once a nomad I met, black and wild,
Who was sitting and eating his child.
-- Are you starving that bad? --
I enquired.
-- Are you mad?
This is tasty! -- he answered and smiled.

* * *

Don't wander with the spear of despair,
Nor with the sword of boredom; I believe,
You aren't seeking somebody to share
Your grief; you'd better make a high relief
Of it and then create a tiny mound
Above; perhapce of your stupendous pride,
For it to be just casually found
By drunken digger later in the night.