The Human Soul Desires to Write in Sonnets and an Ode

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Long, long before poor Homer and the lines

Of Vedas and Upanishads, before

The proto-Cuneiform, our human signs

And words and poetry began to pour

From human hearts.  When men and mastodons

Walked earth together, humans had to give

Expression to their thoughts.  Before mere Bronze

Age, men employed carved marks.  We cannot live

Without our words, it seems.  The baby child

Of language lines, the Bible made of myth

And letters, only lately has beguiled

Our brains.  Our tongues were our first megalith.

  We think that we are in a special mode

    Because we’ve learned to write computer code.