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     Predawn hours, momentarily motionless, quiet.

     A new millennium is upon us. !

 

     In this century morning,

     The first rays of a new age coming forth,

     Intense white light!

     Blinding our mind's eyes!

 

     A brilliance of visions!

     A mysterious mist,

     A new dawn !

 

     Questions ?

     Begat more questions.

 

     Of the years before us,

     What will we be doing Ah-de-has,

     You people of Mother Earth?

     Where will we be going?

     Into what?

 

     Other-World Science, swift two edged sword that it is,

     Has changed us !

     Technology on one edge,

     Blood, on the other!

 

     Modern people, termites !

     Everything has changed!

 

     Prairies,

     Once six feet thick

     Of moist black sod;

     Traversed by past endless herds,

     Flocks of creatures of every description!

     Now barren!

     Dry!

     Dusty!

     Exposed to bedrock!

     Empty, but for chemicals !

     Industrial machines!

 

     Never ending fields of  limp grain,

     Lifeless;

     Feeding obese domestic cattle,

     Now shadows penned

     In crowded stinking animal slums,

     Awaiting unblessed destruction!

 

     Un-named assassins, no thankful prayers upon their lips,

     No souls in their bodies or eyes !

     Forgoing the rituals of Gratitude and Wisdom !

     No Brotherhood !

     No Great Give-a-way !

     No Dance of Life !

     No Abundant Return !

     Animal spirits lost !

     All lost !

 

     Quietness pervades everywhere,

     On the plains.

     On the great prairies.

     No longer resounding with pounding hooves,

     Joyful drums,

     Songs of mighty spirits!

 

     Only the howl of the lonely Wind remains.

     Crying from emptiness

     For creatures long gone!

     Letting go clouds of tears!

     Raging tornadoes!

     Torrential rivers of despair!

     Rampaging!

     Lamenting for days long vanished!

 

     Scars of paved black top,

     As far as the eye can see.

     Littered with modern peoples’ trash

     Like Salted wounds!

 

     What curse,

     So powerful !

     An eternal instant!

     Has laid waste to millenniums

     Of balanced grace?

 

     What hell has erupted

     This vile scourge

        From sea to ashen sea

     Melting all of Paradise

     Into manifested illusions

     Of white madness,

     As if nothing before, ever existed?

 

     Why has the Circle of Life been shattered?!

     Why has each fractured segment

     Sprouted gossamer wings and

     Flown to secret destinies unknown?

     Why?

 

     Who are these cruel new masters

     Driven by gold flashing eyes,

     Flexed crimson limbs

     Surrounded by copper wires,

     Lies and smoking ruin?

     They with gilded tongues of deceit,

     Death and lies!

 

     And why do we fall

     Into endless night

     With wailing cries,

     Alcoholism,

     Drugs,

     Self destruction?

 

     Why?

 

     And now! A new millennium !

     What comes with this expectant dawn?

     This new century?

     Is this but a dream we suffer?

     Will we awake with a new day's sun?

     Into Paradise once again?

     Radiating new appreciations?

     Deeper awareness's?

 

     For our beloved sparkling waters,

     Deep blue skies!

     Crisp aromatic breath!

 

     And the glorious thundering of hooves,

     The howl of wolves

     The song of birds

     And life reborn !

 

     Ho !

 

     I pray for this new day!

 

     Aho!

 

     (C) Wolf-Bear Man

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