“Hey Reader You Beginning Aim”
(At a Rocky Ruin by a River Outside Hilla)
A sign I passed on the east-west highway,
--signifying nothing much to speak of--
had been erected some time ago and promptly neglected.
It offered, on both sides, most humbly, in some unintelligible oriental
tongue,
directions, or limits, or a challenge, or worse--
declaring only
“EREH DEIRUB
GNINAEM.”
Just a barely utterable--if
acoustic--jumble, yet
something in the
script troubled for a moment, just for a second.
Then it vanished from my rear-view mirror, into the misty past.
