All Change

La Terre Labourée – Joan Miró

All Change

And all at once,
like the discovery of Babel,
we will make strangers of each other.
Your words will lose their meaning
and mine will make
a sense that you don’t understand. 
 
In seconds I will be emptied of sameness,
made wrong to you
like Hercules’s wife to Hercules.
Like Juno, you will ash me in one flick
into our grey-beige carpet.
 
When you move, 
and the landlord finds the stain,
He will call it a burn mark.
 

La Terre Labourée – Joan Miró
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