Eons Upon Eons

Guardians of evil

Guardians of Evil ~ Philip Brent Harris

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A train whistle sounds in the distance,
shifts and moans, jams with the night.
The critters are there, hiding, stalking.
Nest of coyote pups yips, demanding
now their mother’s home; me first me.
We might find the process disgusting,
gross, though sometimes, we’re fools,
without wit, wisdom of a court jester,
or a town drunk with a pickled brain.
Night goes on as each sacred life lives
in patterns followed eons upon eons.

Only humans, we late comers believe
we’re smart enough to direct our play.
As if it’s ours and nothing else dances
upon the boards, unless they’re extras.
And what are extras but rejects, fakes?
Discarded as we move scene to scene
or otherwise ignored until in our way.
While we create human monoculture,
rooting out all we say doesn’t belong.
Until in our haste and hubris, we toss
nails and boards, leave toilet jammed.

~~~~~

People Over Politics, World Over Wealth!

Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,

Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment

Unite the World!

~~~~~

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Philip Brent Harris Fine Art, Digital Art and Photography

Guardians of evil

Guardians of Evil ~ Philip Brent Harris

 

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