When we’re young we act older than our age.
When we’re old we act younger than our age;
When dead we’ll yet remain, at any age, seeing
The earth suffer a defilement eternal
While its inhabitants leave bloody trails
Sullying the course of old, unrevised history.
Cliffs erect steeples of stone for worship
By those natural elements desecrating it,
Like graffiti from fallen angels
The rainbow sky wills to judgment
We living fossils are unworthy of.
Yet this ongoing blasphemy still prohibits
The ascent of man from primal fish
Left as stone-entrapped markers of time.
All that leads us from the sea’s depths
To the cave, then back again, still
Forming the hallowed link of devolution.
