No one speaks King James Bible English
It’s unspoken believe me
I asked around
no one knew what I was talking about
Someone started talking about syntactical analysis
I think they had something for a moment
but then the conversation fizzled
like a fly in a glass of water
when he answered that, in fact, no,
he hadn’t read it
All these dead languages
with no where to put them
Not to rest
no they will just be exhumed
and that is an uncomfortable slumber
ask the egyptians
they’re authorities on the matter
with one jackal crested jar holding
some organ in one wing of the after-life
and another with the head of a hawk the distance
from Chicago, Illinois to Oxford, England
in comparative distance as relatable to after-life space
utterly inconvenient
how lonely it must be, or rather, how emotionally
exhausting it must be
to be arguably the most read
communicative device on the planet
and to have never defined the pattern of diction
beyond the quoted phrase
as if to be doomed like the
constantly misquoted words
of a famous Bruce Springsteen song
made unintelligible by underuse
