The not ungrateful leper

It was not ingratitude silenced me,
but inadequacy; the paucity
of my language; the paltry dance
of palsied limbs, trembling as a fawn,
trembling as one newly born,

barely breathing; rasping
out music as though the song
had been buried too long
in the earth, in dusty lungs,
swallowed by the furred tongue,

unclean, unheard, so long unseen, afraid
to try on its first note to kiss the air,
insult your ears with faint praise,
my all too humble thanks.

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