Without Words- Dialect of HandsA Poem by ChaoscaineFor my Without Words collectionA hand moves at blinding speeds ‘How do you shut up an Italian?’ A laugh rings ‘You tie his hands behind his back’ The laughter stops. A flurry of mad hands How dare you?! Don’t you remember, That once upon a time We-could-hear-and-speak?
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