POETRY - SPIRITUAL


Stones & Drones:

A meandering moving circle, of bowed headed zombie devotees,
All tuned into the tourist audio guide, their badge of the path.
How curious to notice, the lack of visual connection to be observed,
By the snake’s individual focus, on the audio and the path ahead.
So sad and frustrating for myself, consumerism’s tentacles ensnaring our heritage.
The liberties they are taking, this frankenstein ghoul that voraciously
Consumes and ensnares, an ever demanding black hole, cosy alien monster.
I was there and we saw the best of it, this freedom now gone forever more,
A veritable goldmine, for the roof restoration fund I suspect.
The pressure is one pressing ever downward, on us all.
But those with the knowledge and techniques to compensate, progress and evolve,
As of old, so the new, ever onward in freshly labeled bottles.
The vintage will prevail, endure the test of time and tribulation,
Ever glowing, heralding the light of universal love.