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