Field of sweetgrass and sage
Earthly prayers, saline drips
thoughts of love and rage
Unfamiliar memories like movie clips.

Babylons’ gardens yet to be planted.
Old ways supplanted
Can you dig this Earth?
Easy to Feast on silicone, maintain the girth

I ride for a new tomorrow.
Do or die, no time to wallow
Do you seek it?
Or bury your nose in shit?

Hard questions, easy answers
Don’t fear it.
Response isn’t required
Action most certainly is.

The animals are returning to sacred ground
Follow their lead, may you be found