Friday, June 1, 2012


Men in spectacles peer at ancient letters
embedded in moldering manuscripts.

Deciphering, discerning, determining,
they dissect the distinctive phonemes

of tongues they've never heard,
reverberations in their inner ears

more imaginative than real. They become
time-travelers as they bore  into fragments

like pine beetles boring into the bark
to lay their eggs, overcome the natural

defenses of the tree. These lensed eyes
lay larvae, metamorphose  meaning.

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