The Language with No Words

 The Language with No Words

Has so many letters. Yet

There is no meaning. 

Every letter of the English language is wasted,

Used, and abused

As they are separated by subtraction, 

Added only to be divided, 

Derived just to use an integral, 

Held together by parenthesis,

Later to be individually imprisoned by absolute value signs.


This might seem like a useless language,

But the truth of the matter 

Is that it is only useless to people

Because it isn’t the language of people.

Architectural structures negotiates with the wind and rain

So they can live in harmony.

Measuring cups have designated roles in this language 

As they cook meals with perfect ratios.

Even Benjamin Franklin and George Washington’s photos

Can be seen arguing in banks 

While managing finances.


So even though we as people weren’t meant to understand it,

We have done our best to translate these inanimate objects’ 

Quarrels and agreements

So that we can live in harmony with them

As they live in harmony with each other.

I guess it isn’t a sin(x) to understand math after all.



Explanation

I wrote this poem because I was thinking about doing my calculus homework and was immediately filled with dread because I don’t understand the unit we are on. When I don’t understand math, I love to joke about how the earth has beautiful scenes of nature like trees and brooks and mountains, and there was no point in humans making “useless” things in calculus. This has been one of the only units that applies to the real world, and while trying to convince myself there was a purpose to the assignment, I decided to write this poem for English. Now that I’ve found that purpose, I should probably get started on that assignment… Regardless, this is a free-form poem with three stanzas, and I tried to make puns and metaphors out of the allusions to mathematics. I also only name the “language” at the very end, yet I’m willing to bet my allusions were universal enough for any reader to understand what I am alluding to. 


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