A Poet God and a Word People

We press words together,

watch them grow, breathe.

We hear them fight us,

mock us, whisper, scream.

See them become love between two

lovers lips,

The passion in a kiss.

We press word together, you and I.

We create fabric language:

Silk, cotton, burlap language,

Wrapping threads around a nation.

We create working language:

Farmer, doctor, blue collar language,

Working vowels and spirit into a society.

Then words press us together,  all of us,

And we become written language:

Molecule, atom, people language,

Born of breath and word  by a poet God.