Adam Scheffler Before Language

I was thinking of

all the thoughts people yearned to tell then,

to rattle off to their cave-mate

before the anteater’s carcass

smoking on the spit.


Now, no matter how many words

we peel from our throats like a

magician’s long multi-colored scarf

it’s never enough.


The truth is, there’s no

god-chimp to poke you with

a stick, or lick the honey-termites

of prayers from your insides.


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