Stage Left?
Balance it all like spinning plates
Dinosaur crystal shards on the floor
Spin heated gravity holding our fates
Many yet cheering for more
Buffalo bone yards parking lots tell
Given the chance
in this mad greedy dance
We’ll bid on some house lot in Hell
Coyote’s laughing in towns turning city
As rabbits and cats disappear
Nature replying is not very pretty
As Green turns to gray every year
A druid is duelling with fear
For the ending of greed to be near
Barefoot and bloody not shedding a tear
Dancing barefoot in manic delight
In crimson crystal closing night
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2005
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