This Crumbled Up Earth Poem by Chuy Amante

Geology tells us
that this ball of clay
and been well kneaded
before

I think it is well needed
right now.

If the 'myths' come from
an ancient truth,

this place goes for 6,000
years, changes and becomes
a resting place for 1,000
years and then the music
resets and it all starts
again

so, whose calendar is right?
Is it Saturday Night?
Are we monks or warriors?
are we punk-ass lawyers,
darkness destroyers
children of the light
LOVE incarnate
Huck Finn and Tom Sawyers...