We pushed South,
running like mad.
Slave labor pools
running the land;
like insect colonies,
burrowing in the Earth.
Red rain fell
from a blue sky,
in a land
rich with gold,
cocaine and mistrust.
It was a white man’s problem
that was visited
on the rest of the world;
like the misplaced anger
of a drunken parent.
These days missed
the healing hands
of a mother figure;
when the women of the tribe
were marginalized,
ostracized and feminized
to remove their
deep ethereal understandings.
Now just witches in the woods.
Pushing deeper
we found the grey ruins
of a crumbling civilization.
One that once rose skyward
with lofty calls to God,
now brought down
by their own inadequacies.
The ancient streets
smelled of contempt and fear
and overburdened
rock tower skeletons
told a tale
of hast and consequence.
This was where creation came to die.
We had freed ourselves from bondage,
only to return to our excrement.
Dug down,
deep in the earth,
secrets that were never valuable,
but we hid them,
because we were told
they were ours.
Everything belongs to no one now.
Everyone is free,
with the whole world gone.
We relish now silent winds
that bring with them
the loss of memories.
Forgetful are the fortunate,
who cannot recall
the pain of rebirth.
HG – 2016
