September 2, 2015
Saffron Dinosaurs with Rusted Edges
Cumbersome Robots with Human Brains
– what skin draped beings see fit to confuse, see fit to change.
A path made to Mother’s design
Each year she is made to try again,
forced again to pursue her dedicated path;
giving in is not an option
for a power above our flesh she does own.
Mustard Colored Moving Steel
crows as it travels in reverse
to retrieve its mouth full of history.
sea creature bones
reduced to minute pieces,
nearly equal in smallness to salt grains
decorating the sea bass on your plate,
the yellow dinosaur hoists into its gaping mouth.
Hard sand is drawn into the sea.
Turning water erodes shore,
as is the art of nature.
the coast is swallowed at a higher speed.
by an overheated Mother Earth with changing temperament.
Melting glaciers raise her seas of tears
as replenishment by yellow giants
serves as a temporary fix.
Still skin draped beings,
refuse to let the water move in natural flow.
With the employ of saffron dinosaurs,
the disconnected brains insist upon the shore,
the fill ~
We see fit to confuse, to change, the force on earth created by its dance with the silent moon.