Words – Vincent Edward Manda
On one hand
They are meaningless,
On the other
They are what you’re selling,
What you need to buy,
What you want to give
And what you’d like to receive.
Push, purloin, dispose of or pillage,
Words are everything and nothing,
Sticks and stones.
No, they aren’t food,
But they are a means to food, water and air…
They’re steaks sizzling in the pan,
Rivers feeding the earth,
Winds whispering through leaves or
Shit slowly circling the putrid, partially blocked sewer.
Words are life and death,
Or, to be pedantic
Death and life are words,