November PAD Challenge: Day 3 Prompt: A "poem that scares you."
they are in groups, in serried
ranks, tough as any soldier,
impenetrable in their armor of
ten-dollar-words and random
obscurities thrown in for good measure
trailing across the page--so
artfully, the letters have
their own private architecture,
and I've not got the price
of admission, my fingers poking
through the holes in my trouser-pockets,
grasping for the sense of the thing
beyond leaded glass windows
and historical markers just-polished,
their vowels and consonants at
war, proudly unintelligible, reluctant
to open the door to such a
plain-speaker
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