The Anvils of Smiles

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Thinking they could speak through walls
They built and built them well
Through pigeonholes and down manholes
Silent shrapnel fell

Out of arms and into pans they spat
Husk tongue and crack it went
Can’t recall just when I came in
But I know what they built and I know what it meant
They had to remind that my heart’s not a whip, more like a chain with a link taken out
And undiscovered touches or fantasized glances look for anger just to hammer it out
On the anvils of smiles.
“Color” might have been a real word
Most men grin in monochrome
Still – intent delimits use
Walls used to mean that I was home
Well…
Thinking they could skim through books
They wrote and wrote them well
Through pigeonholes and down manholes
Silent shrapnel fell
Out of eyes and into pans they spat
Husk tongue and crack it went
Can’t recall just when I came in
But I know what they said and I know what it meant
They had to remind that my heart’s not a blade, more like a chain with a link taken out
And undiscovered touches or fantasized glances look for anger just to hammer it out
On the anvils of smiles.

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