Gnawed Bones

Mother Tongue

81 moTHer TonGUe In a language recently disappeared, god is talking. no one knows anymore how long the leaves keep silent how deep the stones’ truth lies buried what silent kinship glints off blond fur where grizzly cubs graze. In the far time, nearly everyone could speak with salmon, water, clouds, stars. every body. now no one sees the ocean though it lives in every tear. In a language lost to us god is singing. ...