KNOWLEDGE LOST

Ideas unchanged and ingrained

Create a mind set in stone;

Brain cells languish among convoluted folds

All is assumed and thought disappears.

Words entertain multitudes like strings of music

Stamped out on stage or piped in for angry mobs;

Concrete sounds pump blood, adrenalin, and serotonin.

Conceptual sounds sink beneath the floor boards.

Hand-to-hand conflict and platitudinous verbal jousts

Leave gray matter unstirred by the action and thought

Laid bare upon ancient pages or upon the air of ruminating voices

Become stifled and buried like artifacts beneath unturned soil.

No room for humanity.  In a world of concrete sounds,

some parrot hustlers; some fill the void with their senses;

and some mourn knowledge lost.

© cmheuer, 2015