Tongue Poem by Katerina Val

Tongue
long short tongue
thin fat tongue
unfolding
and hiding back inside

Red tongue
bloodstained tongue
hitting
killing
hurting
and hiding back inside

Brief tongue, tongue that lingers
shut up tongue
waking a whole life alone
not knowing
never learnt
what silence
or humanity
silent respect
meaned

Chivalrous tongue, tongue of a cretin
he is noble
but his tongue is not
his tongue is sick
it is green and it has pickles
and It hurts
others and itself
and I can fry garbage on its surface
and create a new form of bourgeoisie
something in the middle
because his tongue is green
and it has pickles

Never clean
never truly healthy

Tongue of a noble
I wonder how it could be
it would taste like strawberries
and it would have the color of paradise
with lots of unhealthy pickles on it

Or it would be sour and bitter
Rough and sharp
brusque and curt
because truth is edgy
and modest
the truth is painful
and loather
than noble pickles


The truth is evil and it is shameless
and proud and corrects or better fills the emptiness
it is fearless, a saint and a sacrilegious
a bitterness hidden in an abdication

But tongue captures the truth
like a carnivore plant
folds it in and spill is out
different
turn in a shiny lie
reformed in a new and fresh
lie
ready for use

And should one trie to crack the Tongue
the tongue is mighty
clever mighty tongue
controlling Brain, poor out of order soul
cheating on Heart, ignorant all along
cheating the one
that tried
a poor body that does not truly know how to use the tongue

Wooden tongue
invisible
invincible
and impeccable
so let the tongue
unfold her grandeur
she is in control.

You are under
her
control.