In Search of Strange Visitors
Wolfmen from the stars are just
us, shed sherds, built
mysteries.
Leonard sheds
his traditional beliefs,
the names of the tribes.
A carpet of bright leaves
passing away.
Who passed this way?
Brick is not stone.
Medicine wheel
in the snow.
Marking time, but the ties
are broken.
The ships are from the east.
A fire lit 3,000 years
before Christ.
Pale druids & a leisure suit:
sacrificial table & gift
shop. Bring the kids, they’ve got
speaking oracle tubes to
humble the faithful.
Stones fell, Leonard melted
the pot. Blown-out fishermen don’t
build cities. It was the jewel
of Minoa. There are different
feelings, prolific inscriptions.
Billy’s got a Phoenician
G-spot. Everything fits
just right. Hard evidence, no future
here in America.
Leonard reaches for the stars,
beyond the ancient marketplace.
The landscape tells him.
The link shall be broken.
The link shall hold.
