all the stealth from primordial
jungles, toe to moss, hear the
ancients walk earth again
brushing silent fronds aside

munching on green leafy things
with lost Latin names or none
fermenting ancient brews in
ancient stomachs, growling

dying distant memories to
be buried in rivers of
natures churchyards, stones
tilted askew like old graves

pressing tighter to the
future, squeezing to Earth's
coal, oil, quietly preserved
ferns, palms, beasts of eons past

come streaming out tonight
converted to lightness of being
traffic signals and TV shows and
boom sha boom of sub-woofers

the ancestors classical rock
pounding Earth's day's again
thumpa thunk thumpa thunk
boom shaka laka boom shaka laka

hearing their ancient rhythms
we pass as they do, as they did
time makes their feet sound
historic pounding today's paths

© agoodguy2have 2010-06-14