Oh God!



The sound they must have heard in the distance:



A wilderness of sound and movement repeating itself across

The narrows of mountainsides, the cries of creatures crashing

Against cold rock, human voices heralding the hillside.



Their bellows bounding ripe with resonance

From here unimportant call received the all important answer.

Oh goddess who bore us what we must have done to have buried

Your daughters and prayed for a son.



The wind and the rain spoke a language of wonder

To a species rising thickly to a dialogue with thunder

In the empty place between better and worse

Language unravels and irony hurts.



The words that define us a blessing and curse

The words that confine the ideas traversed the ear

To hear the song without verse, the sound of the sound of the sound

Utter first, the burst into nothing so sudden and soft.



The silence inside you when the music has stopped.