swelling throats
partched or excited
the tongue must move
to swallow when we dine
to speak when we enjoy
to promise of another time
Oh, silent Philomela
mutilated and abused
coming into your own
will you wreak revenge
by creed of anger
slit the throat
cut out the tongue
swallow and spit out
humanists of their kind
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I would like to translate this poem