10,000 Poets

can 10,000 poets, stand on the head of a pin reading rune, reciting rhyme, a deafening din orating from books, digital tablets and papers nursing versing, some adroit linguistic capers did God really, when he pulled out Adam's rib contemplate the ramifications of what he did? giving to man and woman the gift of gab to pass earthly days on this planetary lab all languages come, and like Latin might go to ancient history rites forgotten, although oratory of any form is central to what is human grunts and poetic punts, give hints of what can be gleaned of humans desires and meanings jawing on in between, interactions intervening language is a way the seventh sense can reach far to futures, across millioned miles, to another's heart to see it, hear it beat, touch its pumping flesh to feel life's joy, as well, as its bloody distress can 10,000 poets dance on the head of a pin? if they say what they mean, gracefully, they can © Goode Guy 2011-11-29