Don’t you know that every Nature

has its gainful sound

That makes it go around

and around

But not in a few but

short sequence of turns

But in a whirl of emotions that make it furl,

sail and dive

For the earn-potential of the form of

The American drema

so it is about a drema and no

Way is it abou’ the seal of the age upon the rest

Of us.

I will be the one who does it but I will

Not be the end of the fairway either,

only the stockcloth

Of back-silk and danger. 

For it is abou’ the One who is and shall be

And the know is about the end and the start again

of the Universal Call of the Wild

called the brother begun and begat,

so it

Should be there when it is all over again

and not down to the earth to explain

What it was that happened here.

I am talking about the extinction of the planet here and but it is an easy thing

To explain is it not?  All are dead.

Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders


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