Aloof
Behind the lectern, the accent develops
in words spoken differently
echoing funny, unheard before
eyes roll around, sighs desperately
float mid-air unsure of where to land
the excessively long moustache
covers facial metamorphosis of
foreigner who recites a poem, imagery
delightedly soft, caressing the buzz of
birds in nearby foliage, autumnal
lethargy of sun loitering in gusto
as the man shivers in his effort to
pronounce words in a way that people
will understand a futile battle
already lost, never to be won
his strong accent annuls any brain
he might have, been considered an
idiot in most groups, a man with such
a different way of talking can not be
the one, one wants to listen to, period.
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