Another Poem For Marvin, Who Is Not Responding To A Calling Poem by RIC BASTASA

“Literature takes shape and life in the body,
in the wombs of the mother tongue.”
- Ursula K. Le Guin

marvin, this time
this is the only time that you are called for this mission
the tongue
of your mother,

go back to it
take your shape
and life there

the reason why
we were defeated

it is their tongue that we are using
and on the first poem that we made
they were laughing
and laughing still

how much useless effort shall we waste some more?
and how many fools will there be like us

laughing when they laugh at us
and still imitating their tongues
when they have become so humiliatingly poisonous?

do you still remember how your mother tongue sound?
it is sweet, so sweet marvin
i hear the songs of the angels and they are all waiting.

the place that i have told you
i will meet you there
cindy and candice are waiting