DIGITAL PILLARS OF CIVILIZATION

solace in the mountains,

whispers on the wind.

the cold cocoon of winter,

raveling once again.

forage through the foothills,

evade the rising tide.

the sting of stark reality

dissolves our callused hide.

remove the flesh and sinew,

the morals and the sins,

barter for a phantom life

of binary bits and spin.

amass our fallen heroes,

their skeletons and skin.

drawn taught with expectations,

grim smiles invite us In.

and when the stage is set

the glowing boxes all in tune,

we trade our roaring jungle

for the quiet of the dunes.

tethered to the somber Stage

and paralyzed by pride,

the Spectre of the civilized man

implodes upon his lies.

and from this Broken Heap

of cheap debris we’ve left behind,

we join in song, a bastard chorus

MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE!