Old dogteeth gnaw on a black rat’s bones.
Grind and crunch the hairy black body
Without second thought
The black rat was the chubby girl’s pet.
She was pissed
Although my mutt killed her mousy,
We had enjoyed many rousing sing-a-longs.
Together, and that was fine.
This is what happens:
The world turns
People and places, forgotten overtime.
Industry breathes; trade thrives.
Like cancer, it will take over all
Unless we act.
Altimeters, bonesetters
The shaman cuts the flesh,
Separates the living soon dead tissue,
Spits in the trembling water.
Reverend winds on the church surface
Speak to some.
To most, TV speaks.
What is culture?
It is constantly recycled.
Those adhering to the waste ways
Rubbish ethics
Condemn the new and improved.
New, yes; perhaps not improved.
Do not blame the new generation.
They live how they must, and
This you must accept.
There cannot be a set time limit
For a set of rules, however.
The new ways already grow old,
Vulnerable to ousting