all the lost words

all the lost words



at the end of the beginning
i spent
most of my free time
gathering up
the vowels
and the syllables
into packages of wanton cares
knowing full well
they'd come in handy
after the frost.


remembering
words can get lost
tossed
and disregarded
in
even the most honest attempts
to heal.


i 
reveal
the treasures in corridors
where
once great men spoke
when 
freedom of thought
was not
this world weary joke.


so i move mountains
while 
prophets 
make lists of accomplishments
knowing
theirs are words
even if
the seals are broken.


as i gather up the tokens
for
generations to come.






sjw 07/16/17 inspired at this very moment in time by the gleaning.




from the 'benevolent series' of poems