A SONG FOR THE SPECIES

Ancient oceans roaring in our blood

we stand on eroded mountain ranges

sheltering the graves of aeons,

our flesh shaped by a billion births

and a billion deaths separating

us from the sea from which we came,

a million deaths and a million births

keeping us apart from the great forests

in which we first walked on two feet

on mighty branches, balancing

life and death with the abyss of space

opening under us, as now

an abyss of time gapes on all sides;

here we are, still stones in our hands,

still gazing at the stars at night

shining through the lights of our folly,

still dreaming, grasping up

from one element to another,

with individual lives falling away,

stages in the species' flight through time.

07.06.2019