Time Enough?

Rain drop puddle songs
Crow wing feathers as long
As my forearm
Green meadow-purple flowers reaching
Tall from muddy rooted feet

And the Spider sweet and pure, feels her lungs
Crumble
And she lies, dust, upon her mother's barely beating heart

And the beast with no soul, burning spite-fire
From his squinting eyes
Denounces sense and eviscerates any
Who question him

And Oma and Papa are lauded with lies
And hollow coins
Heroes worth
Less than hoarded stockpiles
Of
Anything. Everything. So long as it can be
Owned
Monetized
Evaluated
And MINE

Rain drop puddle songs
Serenade the dying soul

Crow wing feathers as long
As my forearm
Synged in volcanoc ash
Flung across fault line screaming mouths

Green meadow-purple flowers reaching
Tall from muddy rooted feet
Slowly starve as water
Winds down to poison

Do you see? We had a choice.
What do you chose? What will you choose? If we still
Do...