When they find us,
And you, if you
Are still here, too,
They may not thrill
To gifts of tongues,
To signs or speech.
In your tales told
Through us, it’s speech
That proves the worth
Of the mere beast.
Ask Lem’s Horse folks.
Ask Vic. It speaks!
But what if they
Don’t need us, terms,
Don’t sign at all?
How prove you, then?