Box
opened
You
came like a stranger to me
All
tentative and inquisitive
In
your own vernacular
Our
languages destined to clash
Although
we speak the same language
Your
name as alien as the sound
As
the hacking tones
Of
my Welsh ancestry
And
my cutting history
You've
no idea of the snakes
Rattling
behind my curtain
Or
the nature of the box you opened
Even
just for a peek
Only
to find the sound of the void
Speaking
right back at you.
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