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 As a child it was the place names 
Singing at me as the first thing. 
How the mouth must be employed 
In every corner of itself 
To say 'appalacicola' 
Or 'hushpukena' like 'gweebara' 
A promise softly sung of somewhere else 
And as a young man 
Blessed to pass so many road signs 
And have my foreign ear made fresh again 
On each unlikely sound 
But feel at home 
Hearing a music 
That few still understand 
A butchered tongue still 
Still singing here above the ground. 
The ears were chopped 
From young men 
If the pitch-cap didn't kill them 
They are buried 
Without scalp 
In the shattered bedrock of our home 
You may never know your fortune 
Until the distance has been shown between 
What is lost forever 
And what can still be known. 
So far from home 
To have a stranger call you darling 
And have your guarded heart 
Be lifted like a child up by the hand 
In some town that just means 
'home' to them 
With no translator left to sound 
A butchered tongue 
Still singing here above the ground. 
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