He Speaks A Different Tongue

Poem By john tiong chunghoo

how big it is
yet i never notice
until shakened
that i am
the teeth between
this big great tongue
that speaks
a different way
operates in ways
as different as
papaya trees
take our manure
carbon dioxide in
exchange for oxygen
each day
it floats through us
sinking into us
out of us
massaging us
in ways that a
thai woman would
leaving us sore and in pain
and later to experience
the greatness of it all

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