Flying Words Will Strike You

Languages in such numbers
That they blotted out the sky
Every migration season

Like the passenger pigeons
Notoriously extinct,
That’s the way it was back then

With humans in the billions
Broadcasting words by trillions,
Beams of light carrying them,

Commotion that blocked the stars
And kept the darkness glowing.
But now, of all that, nothing.

The great clouds of languages
And people killed the people
In the end, and the words fell,

Crying out that we can’t cry
Without some weeping humans,
And Earth regained horizons.