Before Language

by Jerry Ratch

Living in the dark ages without language,

I think I've been dead long enough.

You can come out of the vast fields of night.

Come out of the vast galactic storm without light,

the darkened dreams

that speed past with their false and brightly lit interiors

that slow down for no one.

That take up no passengers

and pass them by with their dark laughter

pasted on beside their brains.