Wax to the Tomb

We fall on sealed ears,
Tense nubs with no core.

We were formed and brought
As gifts for the saint,

As vows to give thanks,
As vows to be good,

As proof we gave thanks,
As proof we did good.

From the first sign, first
Word, first tongue, we come—

Once you had a way
To say what was not

With some thing or wave
Or sound that was, we

Were on the way—saints
For tombs, small wax dolls

For the saints—then blooms,
Then songs sent through space.