Our whole life a translation <br />the permissible fibs <br /> <br />and now a knot of lies <br />eating at itself to get undone <br /> <br />Words bitten thru words <br /> <br />~~ <br /> <br />meanings burnt-off like paint <br />under the blowtorch <br /> <br />All those dead letters <br />rendered into the oppressor's language <br /> <br />Trying to tell the doctor where it hurts <br />like the Algerian <br />who waled form his village, burning <br /> <br />his whole body a could of pain <br />and there are no words for this <br /> <br />except himself<br /><br />Adrienne Rich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-whole-life/
