before the rosetta stone was honed

before the rosetta stone was honed




there are and have always been lost languages.
some abandoned
others
held together by
loose lipped bandages.
handed down
from generation to generation,
til the steam ran out.


but there is no doubt.
your eyes
are
the glory shouts
of
the only immortality
we
shall ever honestly
speak about.




sjw 03/15/17 inspired at this very moment in time by gendo, one of my one hundred.





from the 'beauty series' of poems