A Passing Phase Poem by Long Tooth

My guess is life's a passing phase,
A mere blink in the eyes of time,
Cannot survive us in a rhyme.
Observer absent, are there days
Where dying suns attempt to mend
What intellect might recommend?

A passing phase, who hears life's death
As forebears trees in forests fall,
No moon responds to coyote call,
Intelligence not praised by breath!
Unless God's (in our image)will
Cry for our passing, all is still!


Long Tooth
June 9,2018