No Dogs Allowed
Build the earth into order
replace the tree
with wooden posts
and the metal
into poles and pieces
of construction
constructing another jungle
where man hunts man
and there is no room
for dogs
only the sounds and shapes
of you, and I am not you,
I don't want my world to
reflect anything
but itself.
In ten thousand moons
will your inability
to appreciate, and need to impose remain?
Will people come together
to worship in the relics you leave?
The moon, I have found
is just fine
and thankfully noone...yet
had changed it, except for
the cosmos itself.
Tread warily my friend
you must give back, for what you take
and the greatest gift
is to leave it as it is,
and learn what it has to say.
copyright 2000, Unikorn Stardancer
