From Ghosts to Bats

To change, as the Greeks
Built their word now used
For the way life shifts

Sun to bark and leaves,
Meals to flesh and flesh
To meals for more flesh,

Had the parts to throw
And to cross. If life
Throws life through one thing

To the next, then speech
And text bore things past
What they were to what

They weren’t but were like.
Cross the bridge of mind.
Throw clay on the wheel.

Weigh up like and like
With less like, more like,
But leave them be, or

Turn what seemed like one
Thing to make it else.
Like that. Those old Greeks

Liked acts. Life changed bugs
To bats, while words flew
Ghosts that moaned, like bats.