Language
By Carl Adamshick
Author of a book of poetry entitled:
Birches
(American poetry, about the author taking care of his dying mother)
If we had visitors from the future
come to hear what we had to say
I'm assuming the last thing I said
would be the first thing they heard
the first sound to enter
into their bodies of soft glass
and if they kept burrowing
through time
they would hear my first word last
then watch
as I squeeze myself into a ball
and give birth to my mother