My tongue feels 

Like it had been bathed

With the sands from the sea shore.

Specks of shiny particles

Overlay the red muscle

As if they were broken bits

Of diamonds hid on a slimy field.


Each effort of movement

Left the spine of my tongue

Recoiling with cowardly pain.


I let out a clumsy word

The previous day 

And the hearer smashed my head

against the sandstone.


It was an unfriendly slash

Cut into my tongue

That spread out its influence

Like emissaries planted

on a field to inflict pain.