In the beginning was the word,
And the word was God—or so the story goes, a tale so long
Beasts began to grow heartbeats out of the telling, an
animal so thick in stature
That it turned itself back into the very elements from which
it came.
Stone, paper, glass, someone’s daily morning toast—all spoke
of the
Majesty of the eternal eternal, but no one stopped to listen
For the sound which held no consonants, that prayer which
Echoes in the caverns of every blood thickened cage
The vowel to end a hundred wars,
The sound to change a thousand hearts
The melody of innumerable symphonious humanities,
U.
