Where would we be without language,

still naked around the fire

Trading bones with a grunt or moan,

very little to inspire

How could we live without meaning,

every question held at bay

Our futures dark, discovery stark,

all knowledge yea or nay

In a world without transcendence,

harboring ignorance and fright

All answers buried within lost words

—silent in the night

(Wayne Pennsylvania: August, 2019)