Cuneiform

By Brooks Haxton

The wedge sank five times into the clay,
and a word, which had been spoken in a breath,
lay still until the gods’ names were forgotten.
Then, when strangers took the tile in hand,
while stars sailed into the dark
beyond the world, the dead tongue
in the clay began to speak.

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http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2008/05/cuneiform/306772/