If we had no language,we’d be good
No communication but by sense
What devil conjured up the demon word
Made our dealings complex and intense?
No Tower of Babel, nothing but mud huts
Caressing,kissing,kicking, real contact
Boxing,wrestling,killing the unjust
No law except the fist. no guilt.no wrack
No religion but a sense of awe
The rising sun, the moon, the distant stars
Oh,bow before the Cedar and the Oak
Anything that is taller than we are
No books, no news no media,no war
It makes me wonder what live words are for
How my heart sings 