“…All of Our Shadows Are The Same…”


condition report

sounds coming from every corner

no silence anymore

this lacking of a common denominator

brings voices in the night

fractured and twisted tongues

within a common legion

too large to comprehend

or move fast enough

cell divisions

community integrity’s

tribal respects

all sounds are garbled

broken up in the dance

voices cry out in the night

exclaiming their hunger to the moon

shared at midnight

failing to reduce and congeal

again to the zygote

of planetary mass

too small   too many   too fast

gws 1989

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What He Hath Wrought