children of the earth

broad back skip back
to an earlier time
with pups whelping
in the woods
and tribesfolk yelping
all for the love of the land
these days have been
and in the midst of morning
we make our stand
on the mountainside
with kids with prunes
for minds all
shriveled and such
and laying in the
crib of mind so vast and
with a switchback
for a tail

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