“The teeth of the hydra”

A troubling thought

Sent shivers thru the summer landscape

Leaves murmured, birds concerned,

I would want you to be loved old friend

For that you are, so solid

And the hologram of streets and houses

Revolves around you –

I would love you

My spirit become a mountain

Set down in Berwick,

Shielding you

Against the hydra

It’s multiheaded neon gloom

It’s pocket full of treats of doom

Landscape shivering, bustling noise inane blab

Bright your eyes

Your catlike humour

Your huge soul

Passing by

Landscape of dreams: a suburban bitumen road

Which could be anywhere

I dont know how this little place with its village sign, holds you

Or what trials your dearest heart goes thru

Each day I look upon you

My friend I’m shielding you

But I do know humans

And the lengths they’ll go to

It’s why they built the god-damned nukes

Waiting, I’m waiting for you

Calling, I’m calling for you

I uncover mother earth

And her windy embrace

Underneath this place

Swarm of the connected universe

I can taste the air

For once I pray for something

A taste on the air

Larger than I

Of beauty forming,

I just sit here

As I must I wait

Never have I believed so much

In earth’s goodness

Until I met you

Cal Kalve