POEM: “Illiterate” — It’s a dead language now

Illiterate

I was completely illiterate.

But you spelled it out
in black and white!
Despite such clarity –
our decisiveness had such
subtexts
like regrets.

It’s a dead language now
that does not exist.

I’m to make way for the
archeo-anthropo-logist
decoding scratches
scriptures, hints
into some existence
persists
like infection.

It’s a dead language now
finished.

Totally mis-read.
Parts missing.

Sylvie Hill, Montreal, July 19, 2020