its falling known to the world, would its
fall make any sound?
for all I know, accountants as well.
clay tablets served poorly in lieu of an ink well.
and say it with art so clear
when the poet was no longer near.
storing sterile sigils in books and on chips.
no meaning escapes through their lips.
they have forsaken meaning for mystery
neither they nor fellow sophisticates,
though trained in poetic locution,
can unravel as story or history.