New earth

[whitman]

Beneath a twilight lamp

indignant wolves circled me,

with them i composed an incantation

that sang to the earth;Mother earth

hissed back in a shared vision-the wolves

danced man's birth and death,i exhaled man's

last mortal breath.The earth a spinning

cradle of ecstasy cleansed of a bloody

history.Oceans and rivers return to eden's

clarity,plants and trees breathe an agenda

of sanity.