The Engine Tongue
The all important criticism
will come forthwith
from mouths
equipped to complain,
driven by the engine tongue.
Words form in torrents
smashing into each other
as they are ejected
in a rabid-throat foam.
Your words or thoughts
are hated
and your grave cannot
be dug fast enough.
The sweating, bored pastor,
one more reviewer
who doesn’t know you,
fumbles the scripture reading
while the grave digger yawns.