Growl
Now that I am lowered into my trench language I become an invocation. I am muscles and tendons, a pressurized blood machine, slowly releasing what was stored between the apostrophes, like a captured animal. I am a cormorant of the apocalypse, a confessing nihilist. Opinions grow on me like frozen waterfalls. My rage is inculcated, ...
poem , in which a Turing machine decides if it could be part of another language along the lines of poetry
The English language is nobody's special property. It is the property of the imagination: it is the property of the language itself. - Derek Walcott