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