Here's the first draft of a poem I am writing. I'm not sure when I'll get back to it so I thought I would post it to get it out there ...
There's a Rhythm
There's a rhythm to the city
the traffic lights
horns honking syncopated
with the dance of obscene gestures
crossing of streets
catching of buses and trains and cabs
There's a rhythm to the body
lungs breathing
heart beating
toes tapping
digestion
skin shedding
eyes blinking and nail biting
There's a rhythm to Earth
wind blowing
rivers flowing
birds building nests
squirrels hiding nuts
lion stalking prey and
prey listening, gathering and running
There's a rhythm to our exploitation of Earth
oil pumps pounding out her blood
clothing her surface with pavement
filling her body with refuse
machine aninmals ritually led to
milking
shearing
slaughter
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
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2 comments:
I cannot read this enough times.. there's a rhythm... to my returning...
I cannot read stop reading this... there's a rhythm... to my returning...
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