There is so much information
waves and waves of bad

we already know
or at least feel
the death of the death culture
rattling the windows

the mighty thrashing tail
we have to know
in order to protect our selves
and all that we hold dear

precious life
simple truth
air, water
breathing free

free

it's coming
but so is death

we have but to live
in peace for peace

we can make it

some of us must
leave you now
we're standing
on the ground
growing roots
becoming sun

others
turn to face the flood
that sweeps this beast
away

love the dying beast
whose mother
we are too
the fertile soil
in which
we plant
our seed

sh@gbear
in the wooded hills of southern Indiana