Dave Warren
Illustration: French photographers Yves Marchand and Romain Meffre collaborated for five years to produce “The Ruins of Detroit,” an astonishing collection of photographs documenting the decaying remains of what was once the fourth largest city in the United States. See more.
Fire Shadows of Homo habilis
a future reincarnation stumbles into the maw of a cave,
2 poets, each with a flickering torches,
are casting shadows on the contoured surfaces of the cave walls,
there are marks and cryptic glyphs and inscrutable english scrawled,
and their roiling, fervent words make as much sense as the dancing shadows…
something about ancient myths saved by the few after the BIG DARK descended again…?
…. something about the force that holds stars together?
…….. and a spiraled helix we can not see but that carries the message of who we are….?
some few in skins huddled in the corners, chanting a song about a place called New York..
it’s a ruin somewhere not far from Rome…
the fire goes to embers as the flickering torches of the poets still duel all along the cave walls,
.. and so,many dawns passed and the day’s risking labor would call them out again to build a new world,
I watched this trapped in the shadows on the wall,
only a memory was I, unable to speak,
like a Hiroshima shadow that once was incarnate,
but each day the huddled few would gather again around the hearths and new altars,
.. and the poets myths kept them believing in the good harvest ,
to begin again w/ these few oral songs about some mythic New York,
where a tall lady still stood w/ a torch,
holding the poets, once again, these few huddled did exalt them as the” imaginal seers,”
some of a more cynical gene, in their own cleft in the cave ,
I was also a cynical shadow caught on the wall,
where the poets shadows played,
I doubted that the poets would make the world’s dreams anew and maybe better this time….
E quindi uscimmo a riveder la stelle …… and the pole star was still a very young star…