away some thoughts they’d later like to know
when seated ‘round a fire, or on the go.
random bits of news they’d gather
on their journeys yon and hither.
helped to make a lengthy story stick
in skulls, by modern standards, thick.
precision; holds only sentiment, can’t track
a thought that goes beyond a dozen facts.
Prose, of course, is great for storing details,
but bulging bags of facts preserved today’ll
be hard-pressed when time reveals
the holes in what was once thought sealed.
will write the songs and sermons that declare the news:
“Prosaic thinking, speaking, writing is eschewed.”