The Word

That darkened day
When nonsense became depth,
The sacred Word was bled dry
Into the thirsty gravel
Lay down and died.

So here and now
In the mute darkness
We have only our hands
To sculpt meaning
From our bones.

The dogs stare as we
Without language
Mumble syllables of sound
At one another.
The dogs understand.

Let us make a fresh language
Of skin and fingertips
Teeth and nerve endings
Eyes that see
What tongue has lost.

We will be silent
In the chattering world
Hear only one another
Our song dancing lightly
Between only the two.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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