Of moccasin shoes and mosaic blues
I chant this psalm of plebeian upbringing
There were days, better days
when cinnamon cement basked upon the land
Gaea, Panacea -- Mother Earth had her plans
But now she weeps,
"The time has passed and I can not see what once was!"
and her aching is ever resounding
for all we've left are ceramic fossils -
vogue antiques and prehistoric clumps
in a civilized, mechanized era
We have deserted
the sweet nectar of botanic lush
the mighty roars of tectonic plates
Oh yes, we are buried as well!
Deeper than the shale beneath our rubber shoes
squirming in our renounced soil...
Let us taste the dirt that we have forsaken.