failed words

where words do you fly when the wind wounds your neck
choking accents and penults with your insults and jokes?

where do you flee in the maelstrom of lost pleas
in the porridge of silent mush you set to keep us free?

i wonder why we nibble on the vomit of your hatred
on the stale sewage of its dark and failed dreams;

why we we chase after the crust of rotted damage
stinking before our closed eyes and clouded ears

longing for a hope that will lift is from our graves?
where are the words we anxiously long to wear

to be polish for our hearts, nourishment for our minds?
where are the words nursing like piglets on their mama's tits

content, peaceful, ready to nurture the ark?