If Our Voices Went Up
If Our Voices Went Up
If our voices went up
Into the sky,
Instead of front ways as
They do now,
The legend of Babel has
To take upon its burden
A new meaning.
I mean to say,
If you wished to speak to me,
And I to hear you,
You would necessarily have to stand below me.
In such a world, ladders,
Short ones mostly,
Would be very profitable:
Each conversation would consist of
much
climbing
up and down
the ladder.
"Hello." From below.
Climb down. Climb up.
"Good day."
I do not think we could converse very quickly this way.
Yet, why did I say that Babel must change?
Because Man would have built
The tower, not to seek the word of love from above,
But to hear the voices of all of mankind down below.
Copyright © Liliya Zagorski | Year Posted 2020
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