Rosetta

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.