Karen Joy Brown

Little Words

Karen Joy Brown


What would you do

if I showed those little words to you?

Whose tiny hands keep tugging at my skirt

Just little words


There’s no reprieve, we have to grieve

For all those precious things that went before

Hopeless to lie, ‘cause I’ve already died               

Yes, I’m just a ghost who’s rattling the chains


Those chosen few

Their poet-prophet’s value never knew

A nobody’s life, with secret visitations

From little words


Such wild nights, mere mortals, angels fight

First chance to tell the story seen with altered eyes

Who could refuse seduction by such muse?

A holy consummation joining

Little words


Waste no more time, dissolve into divine

Sweet worship, bow and bend, rise up

On little words