The Unspoken

Every man, every woman, every child Every soul upon this Earth Has a story worth telling A place unique in the twisting dial of this world A piece of the whole that strains to make Connection But all the while we denigrate Make less of what is more Than mere mortal should endure These great consequences of our trespass are short shrifted Taken without the salt of wounding words Laid in sand shallow burial ground Washed away in time forgotten A bone left lying unrecognized In the hot heart of the burning sun. ~ Laurence Overmire