A smoke signal,
A message sent,
Blacks, whites, merge
to gray
Telling the truth in
creative ways
Chisel, stone,
Carved symbols upon
wall,
Picture told, a
lifetime sprawled
To look back now,
Modernity can’t but
stop but be in awe
Of how the primitives taught
their laws
Oral stories
Drift like dreams
Pronounced from lips
Transforming ears…
…And where’ve they gone?
Where I ask?
Have they gone…why are they
not with us anymore?
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