chatter

chatter
we stand and talk
each voice equal
of love and hate
of hope and fear

we talk
equal, voices drowning out
noises of love and hope
drowned by those of hate and fear

talking, words without base
nor image, nor manifest
in defiance of our rendering
glassy-eyed lisp and stutter
mouths purging, swarms of flies
clouds, humming busily
not venturing from empty caverns
incapable of imprisoning them

we stand and talk
and believe in the power of
our loving, hating, hopeful, fearful flies

our slack speech
building chaotic, despotic worlds
which we despise, yet
like deep pools of dread-cold water
we dive into
from giddy heights amongst the angels

we stand and talk
flying and falling
and soaring and sinking
spinning, tumbling
to swim and bathe

our icy, polluted, oily words