Drums Stilled

Tribalism, just another endangered species
The genetic birthing of mankind's humanity
passing like drum talk, smoke on the wind
A scattering of ashes, borne away like breath
Leaving us breathless

Ancient forests may yet grow again, not these
Waters be refreshed, a wounded earth heal over
Not here
Not now
Not ever

Tribal worlds will see no reclamation
Drums forever stilled, the flowing breast run dry
Nothing left to suck, but barren thumbs
Uncivilization
Civilized