15:53 11/09/97
Blowing winds that bypass you and me
scrape the life out of splintered runs of
water, glazed by the
river bank's edge,
and still it looks up in wonderment.
Blowing winds that bypass you and me
that wipe out life as it stands
and elevates our beliefs to beyond
our
extreme consciousness of living.
Cattle herded to the fore of their
field would not know any different
as they breathe deeper and deeper
into
the tunnel gassed with their dead relatives.
And still it blows them over into oblivion
as we must continue the toil of peace
and conflict.
Again they smell their mortal ends
but see a bright end to the beginning.
