Feather tipped tree trunks outside,
Mother bird's gone to bed.
Hatchlings with so many questions,
Poachers for natural insurrection.

Hundred degree heat
Hundred degree heat
Scrambled-Sidewalk-Eggs

Halted ahead at intersections
Of three rows the cattle would gather
With blinking lights alternating
Waiting for the Sheppard to motion forth.

The congestion down their arteries
Chills the cells to an icy stop.
Iron bars on the edges
And mankind's cholesterol in the middle.

No escape from the blinking,
No movement away from the Sheppard cane.
Soon the cattle go to slaughter--
Only then may this blinking falter.

Bruised, broken, tattered.
Stabbed, ripped, shattered.
Eroded, exploded, and left to burn:

Searching,
For a calamity that may heal
For the sincere smile
For the meek glance
For an island in the storm,

Searching,
But still lost at sea.

It was a drunkard
A lashed, mongrel affliction
That let you escape

The double stepped forth
He split the shadow in two,
He took me from you.

The sands fled from me
The ashes would fall beneath,
Waves went back to sea.

Little freedoms in the in-between moments
To conquer grassy hilltops in the countryside.

A silence deafened in deep space,
That not even the constellations could illuminate.

The freedoms were in the journey they'd say,
But these horrors,
my memory would not entertain.

Darkness veiled the stars
As the asteroids pounded the sea.

While you siege my shore,
You will not bury me.

Perhaps I will crash and burn.
Perhaps I will stumble,
But the Hills may never claim anything 'gainst me.

Crumbling pillars of the Parthenon
Like the gods be praised,
Are eroding away to bread crumbs.

And as the conquerors came
To claim the land for the king
Were reclaimed by the gaping tide.

And the forays into memory
Bring back nostalgia,
Breaking into burnt Polaroid past.

The sea swept the tide from under me,
Gone are the gods and their kings,
Gone are the photos of useless things.

Ever since I was five, I thought I knew it all,
With one glance into the microscopic telescope,
I could see the whole universe.

When I grew up I learned to read and write,
And even at a young age I knew big "werds"
But never did I think at the experienced age of five
To stop and think if I was alive.

So I stopped to feel the world turn
And to see the clouds move.
Just for a moment to recognize the five-year-old surprise.

But I remember on that day, the Earth and the clouds--
The altercation overtook He,
And only then would I know there was much more
Than five-year-old me.