Jim Sanders





  I commit

  words to memory.


  They are the remains

  of greatness

  that needed air, and water,

  and a meal.


  That found life

  in senses

  that knew

  and mostly didn't.


  From cave drawings

  and icons

  to language

  never perfectly shared

  we try to convey


  and on...


  I inherit words

  beyond the giver's breath

  at once

  enshrine and profane


  Too many intentions mine

  no doubt

  but I can only wear words

  as they fit me


  It's not immortality

  but it keeps death from taking everything.



  (Originally posted, June 11, 2010)


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