If your Rules are to be chiseled in Stone
You'll require a Savior to see you safe Home.
For Peoples of the Books the Way is long,
Watered with tears but Lightened with Song.
What if your Codes on paper be Writ
And the Library burned, shall you Forget?
If pressed into Clay and kiln-baked Hard
Can your children decipher the Shards?
Recently some men chose Chalk upon Slate
From Tubingen to Balliol to Oxford's Gate.
Mercator's Map showed the Area to be Treated
Invaded, Monetized, Taxed, Drugged and Defeated.
Albion's Chalk with a Round Table to Erase
Strategies that Fail to keep up the Pace
Of Rio Tinto's Precious Mineral Extractions.
Stars, Bars and Wars... merely Distractions.
The buildings of Men collapse without sound
Trees of our Maker spring from the ground
The sun ever shines on both kinds of wood
Rising and setting on Evil and Good
I am a Rooster and therefore I Crow...
I keep both eyes open and aim very straight
At a place beyond Fear and well above Hate
Over the treeline on the Mountain of Life
Dwells the Imposter who hides in plain sight
I am Labuyo and that's why I Fight...
Up toward the peak is where we must strive
Past swamps, along creeks, through forests alive
With Beasts at the bottom and Angels on high
From every direction all Humans must try
I am El Gallo and that's why I Cry...
Main Trails at the Base are Busy and Safe
Conically Converging if Viewed from Space
High Trails are Legion and necessarily so
You are surmounting yourself, didn't you know?
I am Le Coq who lives in your Soul...
Michael Hawes was born in Texas, raised in Louisiana and lives in British Columbia.