Twenty-five remembers
when the world
Was not our slave, when rivers danced and sang
Entering their gauntlets, when grass and fire
Needed each other, and earth and flood. The choir
Then sang full throated, the food each season
sprang
Yet thrashing to the feasts of those who
served.
For thousands of millennia
we lived
In harmony with those we ate, their spirits
Vested momently in flesh, their avid
Embers still in love with those who
grieved.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Arms of Heaven. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube.
