verbatim words shouted from the housetops
a Sparrows song heard in chorus
ancient as rock spewed from a volcano
footprints in sand washed away each tide
the remembrance of the dead forever haunting
all things in flux and solidified in books
the beat of the drum handed down each generation
there are more songs than poets can sing
some harvesting awaits the end of the cosmos.
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 5:42 AM UTC
verbatim words shouted from the housetops
a Sparrows song heard in chorus
ancient as rock spewed from a volcano
footprints in sand washed away each tide
the remembrance of the dead forever haunting
all things in flux and solidified in books
the beat of the drum handed down each generation
there are more songs than poets can sing
some harvesting awaits the end of the cosmos.
the poems do the talking