Heart calls to heart, onomatopoeia:
the sounds most pleasing to the ear;
Whispers on the wind, secret animal calls
birdland’s chattering syllables
sweet song and fragrant smells
drinking from nature’s pure well.

 But now we are a babble in competition
It’s everyone for themselves and guarded lips
mouthing careful conspiracies,
considering the words that fit
Matching our mouth movements
with nuances of our choosing
Searching for the right moment to pounce.

                                                                                     - Keith Newman  1989-99