Nag
Harper Haynes
The mountain range
presently named appalachia
has across the waters atlantic
her old sisters anti-atlas.
Those daughters of daughters
are born with heavy voices
a song that says listen
we ain't ever known young.
Look now,
out her mouth
she replicates sound
Yeah,
I ate my own tongue
’til I was in a cave so complete
I found a mother,
splitting.
So I swallowed the air
her in between,
our
all
now
ripping
and nothing
was the sound of man.
Nothing!