Once we had the words.
Ox and Falcon. Plow.
There was clairty.
Savage as horns
curved
We lived in stone rooms.
We hung our hair out the windows and up it climbed the men
A garden behind the ears, the curls.
On each hill a king
of that hill. At night the threads were pulled out
of the tapestries. The unravelled men screamed.
All moons revealed. We had the words.

from "The Words Once"
Whiteboy (1976)