then who of us shall slake the salt wound
on the tongue
who shall wake the nightingales marooned
here among
o wander the world for the garden that lies
on the floor of atlantis or roof of the skies
from its seed breed a new race of life loving men
from its reed and papyrus make music again
notes for the future
light destroyed by minds
only the stars
might destroyed by hands
only the stones
no other language but signs
no other knowledge but clans
time reduced by fear
only the sun
space reduced by force
only the hunt