Song of Chameleon

I have sinned in front of mirrors But I'll say this in my defense— Too scared to face my indecency the voice with a larynx big as mangoes too— I took your voice burnt with tabaco They say you must first imitate before your tongue jagged in novice can ripen a word shape it along color before words being enough change what's before you Now squeezing the bandages of injured history when they hid your clothing from the riverbank slings of leather like slices stretched along your skin in the mood of talking drum you remember only when they tighten speak from tension after all It's time for your dissertation mirrored cool one more color on the chameleon's back Time to play forgive the rainbow your song of imperfection