Snakes are coiled upon the granite.
Horsemen ride into the west.
Moons are rising on the planet
where the worst must suffer like the rest.
Pears are ripe and peaches falling.
Suns are setting in the east.
Women wail, and men are calling
to the god that's in them, and to the beast.
Love is waiting for a lover.
Generations kneel for peace.
What men lose, Man will recover
polishing the brains his bones release.
Truth Conceals itself in error.
History reveals its face:
days of ecstasy and terror
invent the future that invents the race.
-Donald Lehmkuhl, 1974
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