we worry that the gods are hollow masks, just ourselves behind facade,
in the tall pine woods i ponder such as the Maya
who befuddle archeologist by their seeming disappearance
tho Mayan descendants abound in Central America just as Egyptians
inhabit still the land of pyramids; we cannot fathom sudden devolution
when even the transit of Venus shouts our lives unsustainable
listen, this is the thirteenth boktune and last warning:
quit banking on bleeding bifurcated penis priests
there's no remedy in science or technology
nor in gods or ships from outer space.
perhaps we should have more aboriginal yearnings
worship Earth?
Mary, this one sends chills all over me! I can hear you reading it too which makes it all the more powerful. xokp
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