No one here knows why we say things this way. It skips across the teeth, Slips free of eager tongues. But a thousand words to mean one thing Opened worlds no one wanted opened. Like that game of Telephone Speeding the same sentence from one To the next, changed to a new reality With each giggled whisper. Now what we say can lead to a border war, The fall of a child from a window, Someone gasping in the wrong hospital. There is no longer a dictionary to save us, No translation to define our way. Just look at these impossible billboards, Those strange traffic signs. And our mouths run on without ceasing.