Language


silence came first

and every syllable spoken

     grew

          of its root.

we played with our alphabet blocks,

scattered them above our heads,

     shot pyramids out our mouths—

some were made to climb on,

     others, to step over,

some were built to admire,

others, to die in.

but all of the true lies (and false ones)

     were absolutely, and delicately placed,

like the glue we use

     to close our lips,

and the classic water

which opens them.