Tribe men are dancing the good fire
Radios on stakes, just as kings men.
Amish will break bread
Rejoicing as cosmonauts
peer down at a world without light
She is silent
My first love
She was the First woman
I felt her tendril of
her being tickled
by sunlight
Wind making her dance
Hurricanes, that hot shower
Yes, sometimes she bathes in
blood
Human is the most toxic element
known to man
My love is living in
a burning house
Called Pollution
A drug unknown to her system
Human condition
I love her, so let her go!
She is wild
not to be tamed
But remember her
remember her name