in your language

in your language, not mine
will i abuse and curse at you
and scream and rail and rant at you
in your language, not mine.

in your language, not mine
will i tear at your histories
claw at your imposed geographies
in your language, not mine.

and when this well of anger
has boiled away
and the wind has scattered
the ashes of our pain
we will sit
and eat
and drink
together.

and laugh and even talk,
maybe
though in your language,
not mine.