Bogman

 I am back now where I want to be

Lord I can die easy

As long as you bury me

In this peaty realm

I’ll become a peat man

Preserved

Just like we observed

In the museum

 

They dug him up

Like a timber

I remember

The juices of the earth

Were his blood

The memories

Of geological time of birth

Of his mother back in Mr’s Noah’s flood

 

What of his love in the distant past

What of his family and friends

Who knew this brother of the black mud

And who knew of his final end?

Future geology

Out of the bag, the cat and the hag

The rat of remembrance is gnawing the flag

And Bat of apology hangs from his nook

In the cave of calligraphy where everyone took

Photographs of humans

On Instagram and Twitter

And Cave art that lasted no longer than litter

That was blown away in the breeze of archaeological storm

That blew out the internet and left us forlorn

The young wandered round bereft and torn

Because nothing was left them since when they were born

Like new lambs they wandered out into the wild

And really were as vulnerable as a little child

Without their TikToks and their instant messaging

The did not know how to communicate and it

was all second guessing

As times hand turned slowly 

They learnt to survive

In the graveyard of the internet

Without hollow lives

And things so superficial

Their relations to each other

Became strong once again

Like their love for their mother

And the dumb still got eaten

The sick and the lame

They lay down and were beaten again and again

But they never gave up

They kept trying in vain

Though not vain for beauty sweetens

Even the direst of pain

And The sun still shines out behind the rain

So don't lose heart my friend

For a new light will come again

 

Gupta Deep time

 I found the Kenyan quite strange actually

I had to lock myself up in the car and listen to muic

Do you mean Canyon?

Yes