January 11, 2013

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


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