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  "When you've seen one".....Ronald Regan, 1966

I could not find you in the river

you were downstream

holding up the sides of the falling mountain.

Waiting for waterfalls,

you missed me in the undertow.

Time is a villain

ticking out destruction

for our crying children,

burnt-out childhood ghosts

dancing to pleasure's flute

inside collapsing veins

they can't feel the dying

and you still can't find the code...

it was lost out there

somewhere

years ago

at the levy...

With the good old boys, 

you stepped thru the looking glass

falling backwards

blinded to children

pied-pipered away

inside the closing mountain.

In the museums

of endangered species

I search among the dinosaurs

and redwood trees

til I find the exhibit

with a sign

that reads 

 these are the last of our children