Saturday, January 25, 2020


My childhood was permeated
By the highly cadenced phrases
Of a three-hundred-and-fifty

Years old translation of a set
Of two-to-three-thousand years old
Texts composed in three languages

Spanning bronze and iron ages,
Languages dead or unspoken
In my world, narratives derived

From even older, other scripts
Of older, other languages.
Yes, you may say I’ve been possessed.

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