One after another

Sheets of metal fall from my lips 

Slicing the corners of my mouth

As they clatter to the ground 

Symbols etched in silver 

Canvased anguish 

Purposeful debris

Manufactured for them to see

Even under a microscope

They struggle to decipher 

The sigils of unsung history

Of the ambivalence of death

 ‘Eureka!’ they shout in unison

Handshakes flutter across the room

Pleased with their accomplishment

Misread, misinterpreted, misconceived 

A suffocating state

Of cyclical warped comprehension 

I lay in wait 

For a fraction of affinity