home Poem List next poem Society Bifurcates Subcultures have contained group consciousness Somewhat like baskets contain raffled fish Groups short one would be short two for stress Gamblers choosing winners for the great dish Filled with numbers larger than anyone Might or could even have in those good times Remembered by the lore beneath their sun When the roosters greet with their vocal chymes As eyelids grope to glimpse new lights of day Whose shadows fall between sparse hillside trees Listening for wind born sounds bound to sway If their meaning could be caught by the breeze Filtered by illusions tracing feeling Describing attitudes by vibrations Encountered during actions once reeling From reels of longborn red hesitations International socialist projects Lie in wait like granite on some hillside There when fate by action simply selects That rocks will fall and mud will just landslide One day things can seem to too quickly leave Looking out without specific focus Mountains can crumble from some random cleave Displaying their once hidden sub-locus (c)ERA 07:12 PM 5/5/03