Hieroglyphic Silence

What dance do you make of daddy?
Hush of babies locked in paintings,
or songs beneath those pyramids.
Answer me you who understand.

Let each stanza pronounce that name,
Standing on edges bought by cliffs
Of noise inside those mummies tomb.
Indians have taught us all they could.

Iroquois lived before all this
Early men hurdled through life’s pit
bringing souls of those frequencies
Echoing stanzas in souls cave

What dance do you make of babies?
Hush of art works locked in paintings,
Lost songs beneath those pyramids.
Answer me you who understand.

Ruddapoet [TRCP]