The First Word (revised)

At the sea’s edge, in the hiss
and hush of wave, the first man
gathers sling-stones. Suddenly
he puts one on his tongue.

This is the start
of language.

Watch any child.

The salt is desire. The stone
is stop.

It's to soon to start was the previous entry in this blog.

The Withy and the Ward is the next entry in this blog.

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