Listen my children and you shall hear

The sound of your own steps

The sound of your hereafter

Memory awaits and turns to greet you

Draping its banner across your wrists

Wake up arms

Delicate feet

For as one to march the streets



Each alone, each part of another

Your steps shall ring

Shall raise the cloud

And they that will hear will hear

Will hear voice of the one

And the one and the one

As it has never been uttered before



For something greater yet to come

Then the hour of the prophets

And their great cities



For the people of Ninevah

Fell to their knees

Heeding the cry of Jonah

United

Covering themselves in sackcloth and ashes

And called to their god



And all their hearts were as one heart.

And all their voices were as one voice.



God heard them and his mind was moved.



Yet something greater will come to pass.

And who will call?

And what will they call?

Will they call to God?

The air?

The fowl?



It will not matter, if the call is true.

They shall call and this is known.

One voice and each another

Shall enter the dead, the living flower,

Enter forms that we know not.

To be felt by sea,

By air,

By earth

And shall be an elemental pledge.



This is our birthright.

This is our charge.

And we have given over to others.

And they have

not

done

well



And the forests mourn.

The leaves fall.



Swaddling babes watch and wonder

As the fathers of our spirit nations

Dance in the street in celebration

As the mountains turn pale from

Their nuclear hand

And they have

not

done

well



Now my children-acap