Masses: Inscriptions

painting by Marlene Vine, poem by Roy Herndon Smith

Inscriptions (12.14)

rocks, the consonants
of matter, groaning, rumbling
small stones clattering

the immense plates of
the earth, silient and stable
until they crack and shake

and homes tumble down
in heaps of rubble we sort
through to build back up

sand rasping, and dust
gathering and whispering
into bones and flesh

words we do not know
but are, all is, inscriptions
in another tongue