Agitation Poem by Artchil Daug

Agitation



Sunday morning,
a boy was found
listening to spoken
sounds and murmurs,
near the table
where the rats played
the other night,
never minding
sanctity, nature's enemy
flowing from the mouth
of ancient slaves
speaking hieroglyphs.

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