This once proud land
now sunk beneath its traces
desert formed with water crested
timeless rushing now replaces
such brief footstep tread
defines our threaded line
Now dance the bones
teeth sunk in past upheaval
revealed beneath the human crust
lurking beasts of times primeval
such brief footstep tread
defines our threaded line
We name the stones
see ourselves in every grain
bric-a-brac eroded pleasures
glimpse through time past to time again
such brief footstep tread
defines our threaded line
© Mark Shepherd