we still played
with dolls
when names were multiplied
seventy times seven heteronyms
slept
on the same pillow
we carried in our bodies
the sum of all our ancestors :
violence intimacy
converted into chamber music
the danger is
where end
our arms were therefore a higher
algebra
than metaphor
chuck palahniuk was
buddha the late show host sang
lullabies
and we knew nothing
we knew
nothing
of what would come
afterwards because we neither read
the terms
and conditions of use of the world´s
pace of the human
stain
we children of our time confused
-of course-
language´s
binary opposition
to talk or to remain
silent
verbal action or abstention
with binary code
we atrophied
our tongues overloaded our
thumbs and sealed the hormonal
howl
in text messages
by the mid 2000´s
in some corner of silicon
valley
our verbs will endure
once we´re dead
with us beati will be multiplied
—antimicrobial preservatives prevent
degradation
by bacteria—
our nails will be
relics
but the calendar won´t be elastic
there won´t be altars mausoleums
statues
and the incorrupt
bodies won´t be
venerated
because we
offspring of the tower of babel´s
collapse
first witnesses of the end
of language
will scratch
with these surving nails
the hollow of each
niche
and in a language
post language
—the digit´s
emporium reduced us—
in a tongue that won´t be
a tongue
we´ll reclaim
our right
to oblivion
