Where would we be without language,
still naked around the fire

Trading bones with a grunt or moan,
very little to inspire

How could we live without meaning,
every question held at bay

Our futures dark, discovery stark,
all knowledge yea or nay

In a world without transcendence,
harboring ignorance and fright

All answers buried within lost words
—silent in the night

(Wayne Pennsylvania: August, 2019)