ETYMOLOGY

ETYMOLOGY

A Poem by Glen Fitch

           

    Weed through the slang of pompous modern man,

    Past every status phrase coined for new roles,
   
    Back past the jargon forged for every plan

    That sought to raise mankind to higher goals,

    Then back beyond the crafty printing press

    That made a civil language of each tongue,

    Yes, back when words could fluidly express

    A hero's tale, when praise and prayer were sung,

    Then back into the prehistoric slime

    To find that beastly grunt or frightened groan

    And like a riddle trace a word through time.

    It's age-old journey's not unlike our own,

    For with each subtle change you'll find unfurled

    Within that word the history of the world.

© 2008 Glen Fitch


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Glen Fitch
Glen Fitch

Monterey, CA



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A word is a wager in thought. Every one I pick is a bet that it will mean to you what it means to me. That is at least today, relevant to my race, class, gender and community. The fine print in my poe.. more..

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