scrape our good earth for imaginary F1 corruption
Place concrete poem bunkers /dam rivers/chop trees
Cut down all alternatives/until even the stones cry "enough!"
Blood does not speak,nor tombstones.We gather because we must
and share ancestor stories as to how and why we are.
Creation sagas weaving communities /threaded destinies
We are more together than apart/our life is art
Unframed,we display our tattooed tales together
to enlarge perspective in a warring world
Your voice holds the bird of your life
It flies to the nest of my eyes and ears
when we treasure the measure of our years
Brief butterfly life!Even they swarm together
when all we have and hold is each other
Treasure the measure of your daily dramas
Scripted or un-,we have come to listen
Unroll the blanket .Let us sit together.And share
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