Embracing Prophesy
The feathers
drift in the breeze
To be in
symbiotic symmetry
With
powerful shamans
Who pray
beyond their experience,
To encompass
the whole of existence.
The gift of
the birds;
Who die
unnaturally;
Linked to
events foretold
By the ancient
mnemonics
Of the Hopi
and sacred medicine people all over the world
Who listen
to feathers,
And hear the
silence of frogs everywhere.
Handsome
Lake did foresee
The trees
that now die from the top down
Happening
now…
The ground
is parched where small animals lived in Africa
And here, in
this present…
Water swells
with melting global tips.
Canaries in
the mines
Are empty
nests.
Fire fierce lurks
beneath and above,
Disrupting
fragile things that grow
And push
into the sea, man-made things.
The earth rumbles
underneath our very feet
Emptying villages.
The old ones
grow closer
Whispering
into the four winds;
They sing
over battlegrounds,
Graveyards,
centuries old.
Where
erections now glitter with windows
Looking out
at unhearing thousands
Going here, there,
everywhere
Directed by
a technology of weapons
Wanting,
taking, demanding, demonstrating
How to be a
correct human.
But their
song falls into our steps
Winding
around our footfalls
Just above
the sacred earth;
Sanctified,
so many years ago.
Prophesy is
never forgotten
It lingers
in stones
Waiting to
be picked up and held.
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