Dinosaur Bone Soup
Ever see the sacred things
Abused and transformed
To the mundane?
A scared spot
That ushered the forebears of a lineage
Altered to a run of the mill
Apartment complex, raising
The rents and securing the capitalist dream.
The joys of times gone
Born to the plastic scape
Of modern amenities.
Saw a garbage can sitting in the new park
Maybe it’s 20 years old now
Foreign green and plastic things
For the folks to stretch
And walk the dog.
It was resting on top of the dessert
Where jay’s front teeth busted out
That time we had fun with baseball bats
And some illegally dumped paint buckets
Joyful minutes of our youth.
They turned the historic school house
Into a renovated monument
To honor the past.
But what about the 20 years it laid
Refuge to junkies
And run always?
Maybe they got their education after all.
Let’s kick Rocks and watch our memories
Turn to the ash of
Change.
