Stone Age


Imagining the origin of words

one usually pictures two tribesmen,

friends, standing around a fire.

The first one points to a stone

and sort of grunts. The second

furrows his australoid brow and

repeats the sound. From then on

when either needs a stone he

simply points and goes ongh.

But what need is there for words

between friends? If the two had

the pleasure of each’s company

enough to know and utter poetry

what’s the point of words at all

when just the pointing would do?

What else is a friend but him who

knows my meaning without my

having to say anything at all?

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