Day 12: Chassis of the Saint

This is a homophonic translation of a passage from "She Says," a remarkable book by Venus Khoury-Ghata. Homophonic translation is unapologetically nonsensical, and I found the prompt a refreshing deviation from Just Sitting Down and Writing THAT Poem Again. Plus, it summons portions of our vocabularies that we forget are there. 

Chassis of the Saint

The few who ravage the dare, nay, yea.

Comets intend challah, the chassis of the saint.

Brulee the hours; day, she robs,

eats, leaves, the mission quells unlit debris

for miles, years.

The dangers, an alpha-beta fount;

the sordid or I; lords quell anemones

seeping apartment volleyballs;

eat consomme.

The lemur's role, she limits

a tourniquet, lest Pa gets day lemurs, aye;

just because—O—their knees err,

O ball abutments, day sergeants.