To a Word

Untouchable, savage, primitive
smeared with tribal dirt
A word of the lowest caste,
Origin Unknown.

Origin suppressed?
Too strong for delicate nobles.
A grunt of surging life.
A yell of pagan sex
too fierce for civilisers.

A witching-word, a wight of English:
Four runes, in a fixed order.
Hide none, or you nix the magic.
It has power over puritans, but passes over heathens.

A word of mouth.
Spoken in smoky hovels,
waiting down the dark centuries
for the foreign lords to weaken.

A word of wife to husband
in the long dawn of life:
‘Come, let’s fuck.’

(First published in Pixel Papers)

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