IV.

Buried in the conscience of the earth
figures disentangle themselves, clean
themselves in the unsettled water. They
observe shadows they throw against moving
walls of granite. Great messages speak
through the fractured trees. Cycles permeate
living things to flow from the trees to
the man. To the man who will lead them in
a dance to vivisect the god-drunk city so
new measurements can be taken on the health
of the favored and the damned. Who are
those who parade like war prisoners past
jeering crowds, with rocks in hand?