One word, even if it’s the least
a deeply upset devil
can promise to send hell breaking loose,
as if it wasn’t hell
before the day we were born,
is the same as the pledge of the noontide:
All of us shall be witness to God’s word.
Indeed, we were born of love.
Before us was the word that had begotten it.
Love is the language of the word.
We always love to have a word.
What is a word?
It is a juju.