I shudder to think
in the Marxian sense
of a proper grammar.
Its structure of domination.
The flood and buffering.
Of an industry.
Spoken or typed.
By which we neglect.
The conditions of conflict.
Our right to contend / with fissures of text
for the concept
the predictable
means of production
(The implications ...)
Any linguist will tell you
These truths lie with their utterers
Conceived in tongues.
Like the meaning of Class.
Italicized.
Into all these periods
Of linguistic slaughter.
We adapt / evolve / conceiv'd over drinks
Contractions. For nothing.
As quick and immediate
As history itself.
we only think
we control words
Assume their identities
& bury our brackets
in the onus of redaction
"Talk about grammar / Punctuation and explosives."
[The actual use of guns]
& Libation
Our normal drunken banter.
A shared tongue
in the gutter of meaning.
Listeners / living out a séance
on the battlefield.
of self-censored eggshells.
Only language
Leans upon its triumph
Like a complete moron,
Its format and pronunciation
Always spelled correctly.
For example, this clause—
To thrust his ellipses / into her flesh ...
—is an English purist.
An operation.
Of misguided violence.
"In a small town / Where everything is known."
The villagers vote
a little disheartened
on the issue of words.
Their non-dimensional voices ...
As Syme once said to Winston
in the furtherance of silence:
"Our language / is almost stupid"
(but not quite.)
