Pictographs, oracle bones. hieroglyphics,
triangles pressed in clay, the Phoneticians
great gift of permanence.
Thoughts, knowledge, entertainment,
philosophy, history, religion, all our
deep pondering could not exist
with accuracy without them.
No medicine, no movies, no metaphysics,
no memory of our Humanity.
Our journey would be unmapped.
There would be no highway to follow,
only an overgrown trail needing
re-blazed by each generation.
The past would be chocked out,
dead ends all along the way.
The gift of writing is a shining gem,
Its sparkling light removes the
Shadow from our collective psyche.
Mount it in a golden ring
it is precious.
