You cannot say it without meaning
something particular and peculiar.
It’s a lonely syllable, forgotten
in a child’s mouth, out of tune
with the cavernous song of you.
It overshadows. It is
a tree among stumps—
its top branches,
its sturdy roots,
away from itself.
It dresses in an emperor’s clothes,
likes to be dominant and predominant
upon the tongues of everyone.