How many words do we have
Sirius, Canopus, Rigil Centaurus
Stars we can see
Arcturus, Vega, Capella
As far as we can see
Rigel, Procyon, Achemar
To every star there is a word
Antares, Aldebaran, Altair
And for those we don’t know
we give a name,
according as we meet them.
We have a word for the first light
For the moment before the sun rises
we have a word for the last moment
before the sun goes out.
We have a word for the Bear Black Breast,
The hairy foot, the honey comb
And to the distant dead woods
We have a word for Grandma
And words for her children
Words for their spouses
We have words for the parents
and we have words for their sisters
to their brothers in death
We have a word for him
Whose father and mother have already had the last word.
We have a world full of words
There is a word for those who enjoy the pain of another
And to those who get their kicks out of their pain
A word for the one who forces you to his cock
To the one who fucks a child and calls it love
A word to him who kills another
We have a word for the blood-sucking monster
and to the bull of myths in Crete
Even to the one we don’t know,
who watches us from the night of childhood.
For every monster we have a word
And word for word, we’ll find a word for a monster
We have a word for everything.
And yet we haven’t had enough to go around
Just a word for everything
That doesn’t break us completely.
We can endure widowhood
And we endure orphanhood.
But for everything we have no word.
But no word for the worst, The most terrible and the most awful.
That we dare not think of, that in the glory of the day Chills the soul and tears the feathers from our wings.
We have no word for them,
To the most terrible of the most terrible
The most monstrous of monsters
To parents whose child has gone to the grave