ah! a bow most genuine

The L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E Poets erased the words before
they wrote to educate each reader's world
and found the beauty trapped in lines of curled
metrical chants, and though they lost the more
pedestrian of people they reached a shore
unknown. In Arks and Alphabets they whirled
our tongues in a Gravitron until we hurled
the ancient dust that nailed us to the floor.
Their greatness is in immoderation,
and though their writing does not speak for me
I would not see the effort needlessly rent,
and if I would not be them yet I see
the weight of pressing against, of obfuscation,
of signs unsignified and language bent.



      G.M.  Palmer






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