Speakers of the Word for Heaven
A hand has its grub
an eye has its grub
the grubs of the knees tell us to rise
an eye has its grub
the grubs of the knees tell us to rise
There is a grub for each foot
each walks its own road
each walks its own road
The grub of each eye travels ahead of it
out of sight
out of sight
The grub of a tongue never repeats
The grub of an ear can hear smoke
but loves the sound and says nothing
but loves the sound and says nothing
The grubs of the fingers of the respectable
envy each other
envy each other
The grubs of the nails tick
The grub of a liver dreams it’s a bee
The grubs of the organs of union
have only one side
have only one side
The grub of a heart keeps the heart bleeding
The grub of each vein wanders homelessly
through all its life
sometimes in great joy
through all its life
sometimes in great joy
They are there they give their hosts age
a grub of hair is white
a grub of hair is white
They are knitting and unravelling
with the same movements
with the same movements
In the languages of those grubs
the word for heaven is Breath
the word for heaven is Breath
The grub of each skull remembers the spheres
Each grub is the shape of a beginning
and will be the shape of other things
if they were not there we would not have been born
and will be the shape of other things
if they were not there we would not have been born
If they were not there we would have gone on
we would go on
we would go on
The grubs of the teeth
stand on mirrors
holding bowls
stand on mirrors
holding bowls
but not forever
The grubs of the legs swam
before they walked
before they walked
The farther we move away from them
the farther they go with us
urging us on
the farther they go with us
urging us on
They led us here
following someone
following someone