the tree of alphabets

you where there at the first kiss
you

who does not dare to write in color
true beginnings

or truth as it were-or can be
without a holdings holding

you who can build beginnings that can send
the elephants trembling back to their

stars and prayers
their pillars

and branches of dowser
dosing remainders

to outdated to remain

sending them back to their snakes of misread meanings
misreading minds in sacrifice

to gain a plastic polar bear

you where there when the limb of coordinate
carrels sang from the tree of alphabets

singing words that can be translated into booyah

because the time has ripened
and by ripened i mean ready to stead

it is not Them

but Us
who will take It from them