why do we pontificate to the point of no return
if language is a bridge
than i wish to toss you over the railing
and what if i did
would you despise me or be grateful
are we certain that we are angels
or perhaps we came about by accident
our opposable articulations merely artifacts of evolution
and would you be opposed to me
never knowing your other names
forever shaming each other
for the ways that we are the same

same language
same bodies
same insecurities
same feelings
same meanings

shreds of wisdom cast before the fire
our accents were as thick as honey
what else can we burn, you asked
I replied, what about all this money