A very beautiful piece. The places you choose to start a new line are strange yet interesting. I especially like the phrase "such a beautiful golden death." I'm not entirely sure of the meaning of the poem... But I like the mystery! Looking forward to more poems from you!

I like how the two lines end on "i hear" and "i see." It kind of feels like a pick-up note in music. Or when you start a motorcycle and pull the accelerator too far and lurch at first.

Oh, I love this! I gobbled it up! The phrases are beautiful, the line breaks work superbly. I really like the idea of hearing words as they become disused, "growling" as though they know they are being forgotten. This "beautiful gold death" recalls the gold-leaf pages of ancient tomes... The connection between dictionaries and amber I found particularly delightful, as I can imagine all the words wriggling around like insects caught in the drying fluid of their tombs -- also, dictionaries are like display cases for the words that aren't really "living" anymore (the way amber is a transparent means of viewing dead organisms), and dictionaries themselves are becoming "obsolete." And the title! It really works with the poem. Such a vivid piece! It captures beautifully that process of language evolution that begins in our "infinitely productive skulls," and ends... well, when words howl in rage as they die. Marvelous work.