descriptive rip van winkling...

when the maggots hit the rain

hidden inside our ancient

ancestral orchestral movements

we will find maps of destiny

have been written into our DNA

the six legged symphony

knows that this

has always been their world

one in which we humans

strive for an identity

beyond our savage leans

beyond each birth built tower climb

one we blithely ignore

for an adherence to time

we tick-tock the clock spread

of comfortable under blankets

dancing to each house of music

until the deepest sleep comes

for us to open mouth a song

to return to the tides

we know we are zombies

and like worms we also find

brains, a rich food, eaten first

grinds bones into dust

and spices

EJR ©