The Oral Tradition
THE ORAL TRADITION
Sometimes, in conversation,
he’ll look away & say
I don’t want to talk about it.
I respect that. I really do
but like some nosey Homeric hero
I can feel the words piling up
behind my teeth’s barrier:
tell me, godammit! Tell me
everything so we can be friends!
I like to imagine the real
oral tradition, those epic heroes
all sitting around the cook fires,
gossiping, trading recipes, even
consoling one another as they
mend the horsehair plumes,
the helmets heavy in their laps.
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