These Are Not My Words, Nor Are We Yours

Who said it first?
Dead, dead so long
The trees that grew
On the grave died

And all their seeds’
Seeds’ seeds. Then some.
And here it is.
You said it, pal.

Not quite the way
It was meant, not
In the same tones,
But some of it.

Some part of this
Has not changed since
A gone tongue lisped,
I will say this.