Poem 109

I wonder if death
is like falling through
a crack in the floorboards
and watching life go on
from the unflattering angle of bloomers
and gum-burdened shoe soles…
if that’s the soul we’re all after,
and the story got mistranslated
some time ago, on the rosetta stone,
now we have that computer game,
RosettaStone, to learn us new languages,
like a baby, they say, learn languages
one step at a time, until
we fall through a crack in the floorboards
and have to decipher the dialect of footsteps:

verbs speak louder than nouns.
–ECW 
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