The Unspoken Poem by Laurence Overmire

Every man, every woman, every child
Every soul upon this Earth
Has a story worth telling
A place unique in the twisting dial
of this world
A piece of the whole that strains to make

Connection

But all the while we denigrate
Make less of what is more
Than mere mortal should endure
These great consequences of our trespass
are short shrifted
Taken without the salt of wounding words
Laid in sand shallow burial ground
Washed away in time forgotten
A bone left lying unrecognized

In the hot heart of the burning sun.

~ Laurence Overmire