Let words not be dead
insects pinned on a white page
but as unruly
birds, pecking at our entrails
...so life's blood may spurt
and release unspeakably
full, informed, sounds.
We never say all we know,
truth lacking in words
not because we want to take
secrets to the grave,
but for failing to follow
each cause and effect
into our heart's Gordian knot.