Listen my children and you shall hear
The sound of your own steps
The sound of your
hereafter
Memory awaits and turns to greet you
Draping its banner across your
wrists
Wake up arms
Delicate feet
For as one to march the streets
Each alone,
each part of another
Your steps shall ring
Shall raise the cloud
And they that will hear
will hear
Will hear voice of the one
And the one and the one
As it has never been
uttered before
For something greater yet to come
Then the hour of the prophets
And
their great cities
For the people of Ninevah
Fell to their knees
Heeding the cry of
Jonah
United
Covering themselves in sackcloth and ashes
And called to their
god
And all their hearts were as one heart.
And all their voices were as one
voice.
God heard them and his mind was moved.
Yet something greater will come to
pass.
And who will call?
And what will they call?
Will they call to God?
The
air?
The fowl?
It will not matter, if the call is true.
They shall call and this is
known.
One voice and each another
Shall enter the dead, the living flower,
Enter forms
that we know not.
To be felt by sea,
By air,
By earth
And shall be an elemental
pledge.
This is our birthright.
This is our charge.
And we have given over to
others.
And they have
not
done
well
And the forests mourn.
The leaves
fall.
Swaddling babes watch and wonder
As the fathers of our spirit nations
Dance
in the street in celebration
As the mountains turn pale from
Their nuclear hand
And they
have
not
done
well
