There is a savage press
(not unlike a rugby match)
before you even glimpse it,
elbows stabbing,
shoulders hunching,
blinding flashes exploding
in little nibs of death
for this black stone...
and then the script unfurls,
first in lines,
then blocks,
finally in the all important
breadth of three tongues
all wagging the same tale
in their particular idiom.
