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,
stretching outwards,
away from itself.
It dresses in an emperor’s clothes,
likes to be
dominant and predominant
upon the tongues of everyone.