The Last Speaker's Last Words

The tongue-shaped tombstones
of the graveyard where my
my modern cousins wait to bury me
with honour and walk away ,
my tongue still trembling, trying
to free away from my dying body
and float in the air full as it is
now with the voice of my clan
I know this death shall silence
something more than me
but there is always the hope
that with my ears touching
the walls of my coffin I can
keep listening in to the music of
the rest of my dead kin talking.