Untouchable
They say there's a flag on the moon;
put up by the first word-factory.
a million words it took to get there.
words people don't use anymore.
moon-words.
and wherever i breath
millions more words-of-our-time
law-words and science-words
machine-words and government-words
words to make sense of It all
words to tame It
words to work It
words from people i don’t even know.
yet still Its just there:
Untouchable.
oh to be sure They try.
state-of-the-art, They say.
words, i say,
keep your temporary words.
i’ll trade them all for just one:
Untouchable
as It will always be.
Copyright © Sam Toil | Year Posted 2014
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