Poem Exercise

*This was my exercise for class this week- a poem without an 'e'.

What I know is a mountain

What I know is a mountain, high as a coin.
My liquid wisdom would not fill a cup.
This vastity, that unshrinking cupity-
sit back and watch it grow.

Sunk far-off lands' topography.
Magic words forgot by history.
Ursa Major, Asia Minor-
a thousand stations I'll not go.

Fossils, bugs and dragon wings.
Burnt, lost or abandon'd things.
Mud or flood or lava lost-
mislaid worlds I cannot know.

A show that's shown, curtain down.
Unsung songs and pin drop sounds.
Hot air balloons and sailing ships-
an old wind's worn out blow.

Untold truths and uncaught looks.
Oral myths and dirty books.
Wombs and tombs and pyramids-
and a mountain's all I know.