you might be one
who gives a brief nod
a tiny tip of a thought to
the sparrow-people said
to flit between the fruited
and untilled worlds
who appear to bear presence
and revelation through
undecipherable speech
and waves of silence
their words pocketed by
dummies and dreamers
eaten voraciously
by the starving hearts
of ignorant souls
like I was
hungry then
spoon-less now