new scars block the paths to memory
marks of things I knew, pale streaks
in place of names, facts, words
a mention of Morocco lights up
a deep scar, image of a man in a cave
reduced to a bear, mutilated & degraded
by desert people deaf to his white-man’s
monied learnèd presumption of worth
how ably they cut out his tongue
collar him, needle him to dance
minutes pass before the author’s name
glimmers out from cerebral dark, as if crucial
yet it is, I prize him for creating a monster
deep inside me, speechless, whirling
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