Language

*Duy Huynh*

 All
The
Words
That
Go
Unsaid
Can
Grow
A
Garden
In
Your
Head,
To
Form
A
Poem
Or
A
Lofty
Tome,
Make
A
Picture,
Loosen
Every
Stricture,
Or,
Lacking
This
Vital
Toil,
Spoil
And
Rot
Into
A
Bitter
Knot.
Speak,
Speak,
Is
The
Game,
To
Give
The
Least
Of
Things
A
Name.