The Shit

Rockets zip, and zam, and weez...
The clock, no matter, the times are these.

The spiraling missles.

Heat's seeking air.
The atom splits with death, and fear.

We panic, the comets, not from within.

A culture of NOW, both kinds are twins.

Later is coming and all is NEW.

The culture is Love that's cooked in stew.

The beasts and fowls, four legged and two. The slivers and fins, the hooves and shoes.

The great tree stands from low, a dip.

Bow deep with gratitude. 

Don't keep the shit.