And while the battle raged between the tongues
The hearth turned cold like a dog’s nose
The mortar heaved an empty yawn
The pestle scratched its idle head
And Yam danced farther and farther
Into a hungry distance
Scared of the unappetizing noises
And the folks’ distasteful rancor
A feast loomed behind the moon
While Hunger built a temple
In the battling throats
(Concluded)
THE TONGUE
Good servant
Bad master
Darting up and down
In the cave of the mouth
Liquefying the vowels
Consolidating the consonants
Prime taster
Bundle of nerves
Chief Priest
In the temple of the mouth