Adam’s Notebook
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Adam’s Notebook

The Croaking

Below the thunders of the upper teeth,
Far, far beneath in the abysmal throat,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Croaking sleepeth: faintest rumblings float
As I begin to try to speak; unwell,
Faint crackles and a groaning dart around
My indistincted words and sickness sound
In ev’ry mumbled scratchy syllable:
My faint attempts at speech are just a joke
These rough-hewn grumblings are hardly words.
Afflicting virus-thorns do, krackling, choke
My audible attempts at utterance,
And clog my ev’ry vocal circumstance;
And so, doomed though I am to be unheard
In speaking I shall try and in the end just croak.

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Adam Roberts

Adam Roberts

Writer and academic. London-adjacent.