beneath Babel

curled and coiled
slipping, silken on your tongue  
in silence, we are sung  
though touches scream  
   
there is no need to explain-  
no use in trying  
   
what language holds now hymns  
for nameless gods?  
what temples reach towards  
forgotten names?  
   
our voices, crystal spheres lay  
heavy in our lungs  
   
a thousand tongues have we  
yet none hold gravity enough
(one did, now torn asunder  
with the tower)  
   
a cleaving, a bereaving  
that entangled you with me  
   
so come, and let not leave  
your mouth from mine  
we need not find our words-  
let them remain  
   
entombed beneath the stones  
of Babel's ruin.