End Of A World
The brook murmurs a song for the birds to sing
The trees reach into the heavens
helping the wind whistle
Rocks rumble to make a beat and the dry wheat sways
The tee pee leather flaps and is at one with the gods
While the human dances at the fire
A different human enters
He makes the brook go quiet and the birds reticent
The trees cry, the wind stops
The rocks threaten, the wheat is still
And the people are locked away
Leaving murmuring people
Wires singing
The train whistling
Explosions rumbling
So that now
Only a few peaceful souls
Can hear the true sound of nature
1995