‘tämä kieli jota vaalin’i (‘this tongue I am cradling’)
from the womb’s rift valleys,
its broken silence,         words

waterfalling through the brain

⎯tikii, were you the first?
                                                                       how can it matter?
                                                                       the uncurled spine
                                                                       is no longer foetal
                                                                       each tongue is an earth document

                     ‘my reach has no immunity!’

from a march of languages, a birth of soldiers
bang! bang! a ravage of voices
but love songs are breeding in the abdomensiii
and every tongue bathes in every other tongue:

xanki =khoakeiviv, Jiebai Zimeiv, 
Shimávi, mampu-manivii, 
äidinkieliviiiviii