Perception the prosthetic
The deaf and illiterate man
watches our bodies move like books.
They shift, he sits—he reads
a language by which he isn’t burdened,
a grammar all the others stutter over.
Imagine the last five thousand years
of history witnessed by an illiterate
and deaf man. The moving to and fro,
the common moans, death by the lot—
little stories and heartbeats people
hold dear as doom. What of the cobwebs
in the head—the delusions which provoke
a life more thorough than the hedonist’s,
a life as it is: faint and finished quick.