Ancient woman, she was one tongue,
one speech, one spoken
on this earth one language
building towers that scraped
She could be
spinning on her fingers
she was the dream outside the first words
We were scattered across deserts and oceans,
mountains, and islands.
We found them homes.
Called them babel,
Words, tongues, speaking we could hear them
Can we hear them
when they are screaming themselves
we are the speaking
deciphering cryptic time these are line
histories. Forgetting in optic cables and nano
digits copper, where are we! Can we
map out tacks on a timeline?
Is this geography? Is this geology? See
the sediment layers, can we dig to the first word?
Buried in cultural pre-tend hidden beneath
they could not see us past assuming.
we would be/could be
better off because we be
less than they be big men making big
plans with islands they can’t believe
accidental Mapping they called it
that way they could say
we didn’t deserve
to keep it.
Ancient woman, our one tongue she said
here are our stories.
how many ways can we say ocean going on
forever, she said
how many ways can we say water
how many ways
can we say sand
ways can we say waves
memories surfacing beautiful
Here are our ribs broken back bones
we were spread blood eagle against
a story back drop history
she has no
moral compass, ancient woman
one tongue, she
she said water
she said sand
she said waves she said bones she said how many ways
can you say this