The man with no tongue can’t scream as the one
Ignoble-man on horse gets away.
Descriptions are useless as no guard who chooses
To defy this royal will remain unslain.
The man with no tongue can still feel his lungs
As they heave and help him hum a song.
He scribbles the choruses, bars, lines, and lyrics—
His hands are so weak, but his heart is strong.
The man with no tongue can’t work for merchants,
So he is shooed away like a mouse.
He pens stories, reports, poems, songs, and proses
And trades for food and tax on his house.
The man with no tongue accepts in a young
Orphaned girl with but pennies to spare.
He steps up his writing, producing more sonnets,
And trades for more food and coin to share.
The man with no tongue took up work with a nun
When the old man who played organ quit.
As payment he asked them to teach the orphan words,
And slowly the young girl became literate.
The man with no tongue watched as the girl sprung
Up with a taste for adventure’s might.
He begged her to work with merchants, but she refused.
So he bought some weapons and taught her to fight.
The man with no tongue heard the Ignoble-man
Lost his power over the country.
So, he wrote the story of how he lost his tongue
And hung it through the village with a bounty.
The man with no tongue even sent the young
Woman to trade the merchants his plight.
But, on the way she read it and planned to punish
The Ignoble-man, so she left that night.
The man with no tongue showed to everyone
The girl’s face to see if she left hence.
Some told of her mission, and the man lamented
Until he saw her coming in the distance.
The man with no tongue gaped at the man flung
To his feet by the woman he raised.
It was the Ignoble-man begging forgiveness
Already punished, for off his hands she razed.
The man with no hands cannot hurt the one
Silent-poet who is here to stay.
His business is booming and writings, consuming.
When asked of this tale, he’ll have nothing to say.