ORIGIN

Life has not been kind
as much as I remember it.
This was the scene:
the undergrowth, the creek, corpses
smelling deliciously of progress
We explore, break free
swinging wildly from a saga
We are the only people here
and we don't obey the rules
Water strummed the ground--a thunderstor
The rain gently dabbled
where the earth, indeed, a fire as hell.
A flame sputters
I sip a cup of tea
I don't care today--I just sit here in the sunshine
We eat, we drink, we bark like beasts
A side effect of the first born.
Nothing much has changed in twenty years.

copyright 2001