never know himself or herself
like being know by someone too.
Remembering to Sing. Jack Ritter
If every deaf mute fell at once
into the singing seas,
what rhyming tremolos they'd plumb
from hoarding whales and siren thieves.
We'd fetch their choral fugues with nets
of woven unforgetfulness,
and to this deaf and dreamless Earth,
restore Her songs and memories.
-- www.houseofwords.com --
First published in Austin International Poetry Festival Anthology, 2008.
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