Rosetta
Strange,
That when I needed to be silent,
I babbled like a brook;
and of course,
when I needed a word
I was struck dumb.
How comforting
an empty dictionary
might have been,
to search for words
and never find any
to commemorate a passing,
something brutally torn,
a childhood too fleeting, a love
beyond language. Another invisible
brick in Babel's ziggurat.
