Psammetichus and Parmenides
 
The language of lightning is thunder
The language of bodies is love
How often I find that I wonder—
What is language the language of?
 
The language of lions is violence
The air is the language of birds
And the language of truth is but silence
And the language of lies is words.

Daniel Galef

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Daniel Galef  would be pleased to hear them.