Language


pots

 

My village grandfather used words

that no one else would ever use

terms left behind

by his, and also my,forefathers,

common perhaps to people who sought

the sense of earth in language

 

One always seeks some form of

mortal eternity and choosing

earth is the best

 

way to love one’s time,designed

to show that language used

by no one else

 

like poetry

will in the end harrow

the mortal flesh of the one who used it

 

~Gastao Cruz~

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