Piercing Babel


He came down to stand
on the front of the last front
of the people he once knew
He couldn't remember,
feel or see
what it was separating
the thoughts
that came to him
Now from then,
the words sounded the same,
but they were not.

He knew.
Something was different.
Another man
looked at him.
They were clueless.
Their only clue:
The tower had fallen. 

The End

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