If words are important

surely, they are as important as the corpses

of the forgotten.

 

Words, like men are buried,

dismembered,

misremembered.

 

Corpses sometimes disinter

as if to scream

here is where we were.

 

Corpses are who we are,

they are the words we will become

Spoken with a dying tongue

 

Preserve our words as treasure

lest they are forgot,

within them lies our measure

 

without them we are not.